She took a shower while standing in the bathroom. He sat in the tub, looking up at her as jets of water grazed her soft skin. They drew their pattern on all the curves and hollows of her beautiful body. He was very excited, he wanted to glide over her along with the water, to feel the taste of her skin with his tongue and lips, her smoothness. He reached out and stroked her leg, up and down.
When her fingers reached the soft, excited lips, she spread her legs a little, allowing his fingers to reach her bosom. Fingers easily slid over the lips, making their way deeper and deeper. They felt the swollen depth, the moisture of excitement. She began to moan, her legs weakened, and she sank down onto the plank that lay across the tub. She spread her legs wide and placed them on the edges of the tub. The fingers continued to caress. First one, two, three. The tongue touched the tubercle at the top of the lips.
"Stop, I want to pee," she pleaded.
"I want you to do it now," he replied.
She looked at him in surprise, but his fingers clouded her eyes. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back. He felt her tense up, her bosom clenched her fingers, and a thin hot trickle flowed over her lips and his fingers. The fingers moved back and forth. He leaned towards this miracle and pressed his lips to where the trickle flowed from. The tongue gently moved, licking the moisture coming from both holes. She moaned, biting her lips. Everything inside her contracted, a wave of orgasm ran through her body. As the bosom pulsated, so did the hot stream pulsate, burning the already hot lips.
- Were you uncomfortable? she asked when she had calmed down.
“Silly, I love you, how can something be unpleasant from you,” he answered.
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December 31 - January 1. Table, champagne, Christmas tree, New Year. They celebrate the new year as usual with the whole family... he, she and children. After the fight of the clock, the gifts were sorted, the champagne was drunk.
The little ones are sleeping. An hour and a half has passed.
- Are we going to the Christmas tree? There will be fireworks, she asked.
- No, it's cold. We are tired, we’d better lie down under the covers, and we’ll watch the fireworks through the window, ”he answered.
- OK, darling!
They went into the bedroom. He stretched out across the bed, watching her undress. He generally liked to watch her, for 10 years now. How she dresses, undresses, puts on make-up, writes, sleeps ... Dancing a little, she took off her blouse, threw off her skirt. She sat down on him, kissing his lips, covering his hair. She smelled of wine and freshness. His hands stroked her back, her thighs.
Hands undid the clasp of her bra. She shrugged him off her shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. He pressed his lips to her breasts, elastic and tender. She slid down to sit on the floor between his dangling legs. She unfastened her belt and jeans. Took them off. The first volley of fireworks made the windows rattle, and her first tongue on his flesh made him groan. Volley after volley, the light from the fireworks lit up the room as if it were daylight. Red, green, yellow. Her tongue slid up and down, her nails digging into his thighs. The joyous cries of the people in the street drowned out his moans as her moist, hot lips wrapped around his cock. Volley - red - the hand squeezes the base of the penis, volley - yellow - lips slide down, volley - green - lips slide up. He got up, sat down, leaned on his hands, watching his cock plunge into her mouth. She looked up, her eyes mad green, lids lightly tinted with glitter eye shadow. The room, the pattern of frost on the window, her face, her lips, change in a frantic round dance of fireworks. Her hand made him lie back down. He no longer understood what she was caressing him with - hands, lips, tongue, everything was mixed up, bringing unearthly pleasure. Fireworks also exploded in his brain, ran through his body, and went out in the lower abdomen, with strong thrusts into her warm mouth.
She got up, went to the window, watching the fiery flowers in the sky. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, burying himself in her hair. - You didn't let me see the fireworks! - she said gently, - I got only yours. Will you give me your fireworks whenever I want? she looked at him. Droplets of his fireworks glittered on her lips and chin.
- Of course, my love, I will. Only you! - he kissed her on the lips, as they kiss only the only beloved woman.