Waking up on Saturday, turning around, I saw Lena's attentive gaze. She kept looking into my eyes. Then she leaned towards me and began to lick her stomach with light movements, sank lower with her teeth, hooked an elastic band and pulled off her panties. Throwing them away with a sharp turn of her head to the side, Lena returned to her feet and began to rise back, simultaneously covering her feet, shins, and hips with kisses. She ran her tongue over her pubis, and, burying her face in her groin, began to lick the joints of her thighs and crotch.
- Hmm, not bad. Honey, it looks like after the sport you can give yourself to lick. From the ears to the ass and heels, right, honey?
— Dear, it seems to me that you are quite insolent, however, you really have one desire.
- Right. And twenty-one stack moves.
“Hmm, well, we can play. - Lena lowered her head back, and, after licking several times, took the eggs in her mouth and began to suck them gently. A minute later, releasing my bells, she turned in bed parallel to me with her hips in my direction. Substituting at the same time already slightly moistened pussy to me under caresses. Lena began to lick the shaft, I entered one finger into her, the second. Five minutes later, there were already three fingers in it, and Lena licked the head with smooth movements, trying to envelop her as wide as possible, holding her tongue. Feeling that I will soon come tried to add another finger in the pussy; and then she abruptly pulled away and, half wrapped in a blanket and starting to caress herself, asked herself:
- So what do you say desire? Give you a blowjob? Or surrender? Can I even offer my tender pussy for a fisting attempt like you once asked with fire in your eyes? - Lena, standing up, with a slightly dismissive intonation, looked from top to bottom, as if doing me a favor.
“Well, no, female, you won’t get off so easily!” Perhaps, with such impudence, it is worth starting with a stack for knocking out tricks. And then I myself will decide what exactly will be the desire. And it won't just happen. However, whether it will be going to the nearest store early in the morning half-naked, having sex during a parachute jump, or going with you to the role of the main actress in a BDSM club, I have not yet decided.
“Hmm, dear, will the store be a lingerie store?” Then I'm only for, just not very frankly or not close ...
- Kitty, I decide and I just have an idea about the neighboring shopping center. Or offer you to go to work on the weekend “for documents” in a transparent peignoir instead of a dress? But first, do you want to continue the "morning of love" to mutual pleasure?
- Maybe I want to, but I won’t give it, break off with a boner, dear. - and Lenka, having jumped off my fingers, began to get up.
“Then get on your knees, bitch!” - holding out his hand for the stack left yesterday lying on the bedside table.
- Yes, please. Maybe I've already played enough - fluttering out of bed, she stretched, running her hands around her waist. Standing with her back to me, smoothly turning into elastic buttocks, she bent down without bending her knees, and began to fasten homemade sandals. In about seven seconds, having finished with one, she put her straightened leg to the side and leaned over to the second ankle. Invitingly exposed vagina slightly opened, showing swollen lips and gloss lubricant.
A weak and yet rather demonstrative swing of the stack - and a red stripe appears across the impudently substituted hips.
- On knees!?
Are you forcing me? But what about walking half-naked? A difficult choice - either weak strokes, or ugly traces will remain visible to everyone. That's kind of expensive. So will I go?
In response, turning the stack ninety degrees, with a flurry, he slapped her vertically exactly between her thighs:
- That's better? On your knees, bitch!
Lenka gasped, her hips trembled. Using her flexibility, she pressed her face just below her knees, stretching her body along straight legs. From the edge of the anus along the perineum and through the left sponge stretched a red stripe. Five more strokes, after each of which her legs tensed up and Lenochka spread them a few more centimeters.
- Down, bitch! - and the next heel of slaps in turn from top to bottom between the buttocks, and back exactly from bottom to top along the pubis. The latter is slightly weaker, but exactly on the clitoris, Lena gasped and sank with her knees wide apart on the carpet, bending her back and flattening her chest against the hard pile. Lena groaned, and murmured as she exhaled:
- Whatever you say, dear! But can I turn around? Down there, mmm...
- Hmm, roll over, but then you will get the rest on the pubis and clitoris! There are nine left...
Lena rolled over onto her back. And, suddenly, she began to twist her swollen nipples and knead their darkened areolas. After that, with a demonstrative movement, she spread her hips bent at the knees. A sharp stroke, and a series: a couple of times on the pubis, a couple of times on the lips slipping with a secant movement of the stack along the wet entrance, another three along the soft cut hair on the pubis, slightly changing the angle of contact each time. The wife let out a long groan. He watched with all his eyes how she pulled, crumpled and even sometimes scratched the dark tops of her breasts. It was charming, and deciding to spur her on, he commanded:
- There are two left! If you're really ready and want it - harder on the nipples, bitch! You're not a girl, but a mature female. Stop being shy, show me what fantasy and claws of an adult bitch can do with nipples! Let's! - And with a little pull, he whipped exactly on the clitoris, although not very hard - so as not to harm, but to deliver a sea of sensations. Her beloved beauty began to roll her eyes, arched her, and she simply grabbed the sensitive tips of the nipples not with her fingertips, but with the manicured claws of her big, middle and ring fingers. For a moment, her gaze focused on me, and the wife heard the expected command:
- Harder bitch!
Without taking her eyes off her, she sharply twisted the white-tight pinched ends of her nipples almost one hundred and eighty degrees; so that for a moment, two of the three claws that squeezed the tops were covered in papillae like a latex mini-glove. And at the same moment received the final sharp blow to the clitoris. Hands slid sharply to the crotch. And huddled in an orgasm Lenochka for the first time in her life irrigated the carpet with a jet ending. Throwing back the stack, half leaning back and resting, he sat on the edge of the bed. And for several minutes she lay almost motionless, shuddering from time to time, obviously covered with post-orgasms. Then, raising her head and bending like a cat, she crawled towards me. After that, slightly spreading my hips, she defiantly slowly ran her tongue along the inner side of the thigh, shooting her eyes at me, ran her tongue along the penis from root to head, with a single third movement, slightly lowering her head, she also slowly licked her eggs. Then, looking languidly and clearly gathering her courage, she suddenly dived lower and just as slowly and carefully ran her tongue along the crotch, let's say, noticeably below the eggs. Taking a member in her mouth in several movements brought to a peak, a sip, a second, a kiss on the head. Taking my hands, she put one on a mane of hair, defiantly squeezing my fingers on it and looking into my eyes, and the other on a swollen nipple and licked her lips with pleasure.
After was a leisurely late breakfast, household chores, lunch. At about three o'clock, Lenka, obviously having recovered, began to look at me slyly again. So it became clear - it's time to continue ...