xxx hidden cam tube daaaaa, i’m finishing – and the cramps from pleasure began.
I meanwhile began to suck Katin tits 3 size.
she moaned like the last fuck and asked to fuck her.
this time it was from the top and rode on my cock as if riding a horse.

and after 15 minutes I yelled at the end of it, and I took out my dick and finished it right in her belly.
we looked at each other and it gave me – I still want to – well, you fucking finish it, let me suck so that the dick was ready to tear you off again, she gently sucked until the dick became alert.
and this time we were fucking like a dog for 30-35 minutes and during that time she finished 2 times, and because of her moans I became more excited and accelerated at a frantic pace.
–aa, yes, still, do not stop konchayuyuyuyu, -Katya and I could not resist dropping her straight into the vagina.
Then she went downstairs and sucked my wet and dick weight in semen, but she tired and fell asleep.

and I watched my sperm dripping from her.
It all started on an autumn night, when my little wife and I went to the bosom of nature.
But the picnic turned into a nightmare – the rogues who rode up beat me up and brutally raped Lena.
Actually, she was raped all night and left only by the morning, leaving her miserable, exhausted and completely weakened from the multitude of orgasms, tested – to my horror – with these vile bwndites-scumbags.
And I, lying after knocking the back of my head, listened to their thugs, and my wife’s moans, gradually turning into cries of pleasure.
And after the departure of the bandits, suddenly distraught by incomprehensible, unnatural passion, I sneaked into the tent and.
I wrote about all this in the story “Autumn Night”.
But the reader may be asked – what was AFTER ?.
There is always something “before” and something “after”. sex cam live bbw
My wife “before” was no better than what happened this autumn night.

But I learned about this later.
However, everything is in order.
Morning – the first morning, “after”, woke me up with the cheerful chirping of birds.
That is how I dreamed of waking up – to the singing of forest birds.
Dreamed.
And, here – woke up.
A sense of immense, irreparable misfortune overwhelmed the mind as soon as the brain got involved in the work.
And with great heartache, I realized that with this now have to live.
Overcoming a dull throbbing in the back of my head, I got up and opened the tent floor.
It smelled of forest autumn freshness, and only then I felt a terrible smell, still preserved in our “nest”, which became – not through our fault – “the nest of debauchery.”
The smell of old sweat, soured sperm and genital secretions at the time of intercourse.
Lenka slept.
But, not curled up as she loved, but spread out, shamelessly exposing what rapists used to cover the face – for some reason only the face – with a dirty, crumpled rag, which the gangsters obviously used as a wipe after .

With horror, I remembered that I myself also used this rag yesterday.
Having covered my wife with a crumpled blanket, I crawled out of the tent, with difficulty leaning on my leg, which also had a blow from a trained scum.
I do not remember exactly what I did while Lenka slept.
He walked around like a robot, collected sausage wrappers and bottles.
Then he took out a shovel and buried garbage.
Nature must be protected! What about people? People need to take care? For example, those scum who mocked my wife all night? Lenka slept for a long time.
I fell asleep, after violent orgasms, after the complete exhaustion of the nervous resources of man, her female resources.
From group rape sometimes die.
The nervous system does not withstand the overstrain, and death mercifully wraps the unfortunate woman with a black veil of oblivion.
I did not notice when she climbed out of the tent.
He saw only how he tightens his crumpled, inked leotard.

Her tights.
This was the same rag.
A wave of acute pity swept over me.
Poor wrinkled, tortured woman.
Even her beautiful bosom, bruised and covered with bruises, seemed to sag and look like a fifty-year-old woman.
A hairstyle.
Tangled from sweat, tangled hair, stuck to his forehead with uncombed kosmi, or stuck out in the side, as if they were tightly twisted on the five.
However, it was so.
I turned away.
We did not look each other in the eyes and, by some strange tacit agreement, did not talk about what had happened.
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