webcam college teen Dear! Her warm body pressed against him, her lips stretched to her lips.
They stood in the doorway, a woman hung on her husband’s shoulder.
I have already eaten.
I did not wait for you.

You are hungry? Not.
There was a thick odor of alcohol from her, only slightly damped by menthol lozenges.
But he said nothing.
Lena seems to have felt his thoughts.
She quietly freed herself from his hands and asked: So you were waiting for me? Yes of course.
Will you always wait for me? Why ask? – Volodya embraced her.
Just.
Everything is good? Elena thoughtfully hesitated with an answer, but, remembering herself, smiled gratefully.
Yes Dear.
When they were in the bedroom, Volodya again pressed his lips to her mouth.
She fluttered, burned, tightly hugged, pressed her whole body.
He kissed her, and she responded hotly to his kisses.
Like their best days.
He did not pay attention to the bruises on her beautiful body – Volodya kissed her all, from head to toe.
She could not stand it, and, moaning sweetly, with one finger that penetrated the barrier of the lips, began to massage herself in the depths.

Yes! Now.
– Volodya was a little surprised.
This had never happened before, so that she would be excited so quickly and frankly, and he himself was already at the limit.
When he entered her, Lena pushed her hips, trying to take her husband as deep as possible – the vulva opened wide.
Volodya continued moving, simultaneously kissing his sweet breasts.
She moaned softly, feeling like a hot inside after a few pushes filled with his seed.
Elena, still lying under her husband, began to whisper sweet words. hamster free webcam
She hugged him and pressed her face to his hair so that he would not see the tears that appeared.
Days went by.
The next weekend, which fell on three days of holidays, came.
Spouses did not know and could not know what they have to experience.
All but Natasha went to the dacha, she had to come in a day.
Elena spent the whole evening flirting and generally behaved at ease – she laughed, smiled.
He, drowning out the pain, tried to drink a lot, and by evening he was pleased with the result.

It was not too late when they went upstairs.
Before that, Vladimir, with bitterness, heard Igor whisper to Lena: Come, let’s dance.
Putting her husband to bed, Elena sighed, went to the mirror and straightened the dress straps.
Then she looked at her waist, nodded to herself with satisfaction.
I will go down.
Drunk Volodya nodded hopelessly: Go.
She went out.
Through the open door, rhythmic music was heard, after a while – the sound of Lenin’s heels.
She came back red, danced.
But, it seems, she was going to go again.
Sleepy Vladimir, hearing the steps of his wife, opened his eyes.
With a strange expression on her face, she went to the bed, opposite the one where her husband was lying, turned her back on him, leaned over and in one motion pulled off bright white panties, stepped over them and, crumpling, threw on the bed.
Then she unzipped her blouse with quick movements, took it off and immediately put her hands behind her back to the clasp of her bra.

Volodya saw how an unburned, elastic chest fluttered to freedom.
The bra was thrown on the headboard.
She put on a blouse already on a naked body.
Then, loudly sighing and throwing a quick short glance at her husband lying next to her, she took a face cream – squeezed out two fingers, lifted the skirt from behind and rubbed the cream somewhere there with rotational movements.
She took her hand and played with her hips.
Vladimir decided that it was she who checked whether the anus was well lubricated.
Then, as if recalling something, shook her head and added more cream.
Putting the cream on the shelf, went to the mirror – a little spin.
She knew that he was looking at her – when she began to spin, the skirt had ridden up very high – she had exposed a snow-white ass and a triangle of pubic hair.
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