kira porn cam When they came on the scene, crowns were solemnly put on their heads, and they put on their shoulders, like, royal cloaks.
The host asked my wife’s name, she answered.
Then he turned to Michael: – Is this your bride? – No, this is the wife of my friend.
– And our winner is not a blunder, a real “Mr. webcam online Orgasmus”! – the presenter enthusiastically responded to Michael’s response, having learned that he was going to rest on a yacht with someone else’s wife.

The hall also applauded.
The spectators sitting next to me began to bark lively, fingers pointing at me.
I was overwhelmed by two feelings – jealousy and arousal.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
Then the host announced the royal dance.
Romantic music played, spotlights created intimate lighting.
Michael pulled Dasha to her, she hugged him by the neck and they merged in a slow dance.
Near them, two girls appeared who began to throw rose petals at their feet, and from somewhere above them gold and silver confetti fell on the dancers, shimmering with bright lights in the rays of searchlights.

After the dance, the presenter announced the royal kiss, and Michael, without leaving Dasha time to think, greedily dug into the lips of my wife.
Dasha’s hands hung in the air for a second, and then rose.
and tightly wrapped around Michael’s shoulders, digging their nails into them.
And the presenter began counting the length of the kiss: – One, two, three, four.
The hall echoed him.
I eagerly watched this spectacle, as if in front of me was not a contest, but an erotic film with the participation of my wife.
And at some point I noticed that I, too, am counting with everyone, only for me it had a different meaning than for others — with each account my dick became harder and harder. swinger sex cam
They settled on the number 53.
My wife changed her face, she stood on the stage as if drunk, her legs gave way (Mikhail held her back), and her eyes were out of focus – she was lost in time and space.

God, how beautiful she was at that moment, I never saw her like that.
After the presenter announced the end of the evening, the audience reached for the exit, creating a traffic jam.
I noticed that Mikhail and Dasha went backstage, there was a service entrance.
I was stuck together with everyone in the general passage, and left the amphitheater much later.
Dasha and Misha were nowhere to be found and, to no avail, bypassing them in the search for all the nearby bars, he went to the room.
Not far from our bungalow, I stumbled upon Michael, and happily asked: – Oh, hello, and I’m looking for you.
Where is Dasha? “I just took her to the room.”
– And to the disco? – Believe me, she is now not to the disco.
She can barely stand.
– But what happened? Mikhail smiled smugly: – She finished right on the stage.
Immediately, as soon as I started kissing her.
If I didn’t hold her tight, she would have collapsed there.
– Finished? – I did not believe my ears.
– And, judging by her convulsions, the orgasm was the strongest.

So prepare her for a trip on a yacht, my friend, tomorrow everything will happen.
I walked into the room, and I did not fit in my head: my wife, who did not differ in sexual temperament, whom I usually caressed for a long time during preludes, she did not experience an orgasm every time.
And when she had an orgasm, then you can’t call him strong – well, he’ll groan, he will cover his eyes, that’s all.
And here without any caresses, from only one kiss and even in full view of hundreds of people! And the orgasm is so strong that she could not stand on his feet.
An anxious thought crept into my head: maybe she had not experienced an orgasm with me all this time, but only pretended? I found Dasha lying on the bed.
My wife was in complete prostration: her eyes were foggy, the reactions were inhibited.
She did not even undress and did not slip away, and lay on the bed in a dress and shoes.

I remember, Michael said that he wanted to put her on her drug, so, now my wife was just like a drug addict, who took the dose, was in nirvana, in other worlds.
And this is despite the fact that between them there was not even full-fledged sex! To somehow bring Dasha back to life, I tried to talk to her: – Hello, how are you? Dasha answered through considerable pauses after my questions, in a low voice, barely moving her lips: – Normally.
– You danced cool on stage.
– Who?
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