Damn, how is that?! I objected. This is selfish.
I decided to take with me a short blue dress, black tights (I decided not to wear panties) and low-heeled shoes. In the late afternoon I gave myself enemas, climbed into the bathroom, steamed properly, shaved my groin and ass (did not touch my legs) and I was almost ready. Lubricating my ass and inserting an anal plug, I put on jeans, a T-shirt (there was already a bra under it, but without water balls), taking a bag with things, I went out into the street. I was shaking wildly with excitement, and my ass ached pleasantly.
liveartbcs.com/mozambique/21-02-2022-2. Damn, how turned me on! - My penis began to seem to me that it was about to burst from overexertion, and, relatively small in size, it seemed to me to be swollen almost twice from excitement, and as a way out, in order to urgently relieve tension, it also became necessary for me to urgently stick it in, of course, too my wife (in the absence of other female candidates).
“Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon at my place, my old folks are at work.” You know what.
I need to move away, Igor said in confusion, he abruptly stood up and went to the toilet.
The pain was for about 10 minutes, then began to subside. Then it became much more pleasant, I stopped screaming, began to moan.
She moved to my seat, and began to show photos. At first, there were photos in underwear, peignoirs and topless. She then exited that album and entered another. And there ... there my roof was torn off. Completely naked, with and without toys, with a guy's cock and even two. My cock screamed at me from below, hare mock me, let me loose!