I wake up from some delicious smell and, waking up, stretch sweetly in bed. Then my hand falls on the other half of the unfolded sofa and does not find you there. You, my love. Only then I notice that some tapping and rattling are heard in the kitchen, obviously, you are preparing breakfast for us. Once again, stretching, chasing away sleep, I cheerfully jump out of bed onto the soft carpet. After yesterday's love joys with you, I remained completely naked. The sun is already cheerfully looking out the window, it's already about eleven. Fortunately, today is a day off and there is no need to go to work. I glance down. My cock, as usual in the morning for some reason, excitedly sticks out, shaking the bloodshot lump of the head. Without hesitation, I head to your kitchen. Turning the corner, I see a beautiful picture. You stand with your back to me and cut something on the table. You are wearing only a light short dressing gown thrown over your naked body.
This sight is so seductive that I, unable to stand it, sneak up on you from behind, put my hand between your legs and lift it up, pushing the short floor of the dressing gown and pressing my hand to your soft fluffy pussy. You shudder in surprise and, half-turning to me, lightly slap the knife flat on your arm ... "Don't spoil it, hare!" You say and lean back to the table, continuing to cut vegetables for salad. However, without calming down, I hug you from behind around the waist and, having penetrated the slit of the dressing gown, lower my hands to the fluffy pubis. This time you do not say anything, but continue your work and, at the same time, obeying the pressure of my hands, playfully press your ass against my protruding cock. At the same time, you lean forward a little more, and your breasts temptingly hang down, trying to jump out of the half-open collar of the robe. I take a step back and, bending you even more in the belt, I press against your back and grab your delicious, elastic balls in my palms.
The pleasant heaviness of the breasts lies comfortably in the palms and it is impossible to avoid the temptation to shake them, squeeze them, pull them back a little and generally playfully play with them. You lower your knife onto the table and lean on the tabletop with both hands, head tilted slightly. I can hear your breath quickening excitedly. With one hand, I continue to finger your breasts, and with the other I gently draw along the delightful line of the thigh, after which I again penetrate it between your legs. Feeling your lips, I feel that they are already slightly moistened in arousal. Sounds like you're turned on by the unusual situation, too. We haven't had to make love in the kitchen yet. I throw the edge of the dressing gown on your back, exposing an elastic ass. Without hesitation, I move aside the kitchen utensils heaped in front of you and, pressing on your back, force you to lower your chest on the table. You obey me and bend in half, leaving your beautiful ass far away and spreading your slender legs to the sides.
I take hold of your thighs and, slowly, I insert my tense flesh into your moistened gates. You shudder and move towards me, sticking out your ass even more. I feel your excitement and understand that there is nothing to pull. Bursting into you from behind, I immediately begin to furiously hammer and ram your hole. I push hard and powerfully, each time coming out almost to the end, and push again until the scrotum hits between your legs. I am somewhat rude and violent at this point, but you look very seductive. All of a sudden, everything around you flares up with sparks of pleasure. I drive my dick to the limit into you and strongly, almost to the point of pain, squeezing your elastic breasts, I end up in you for a long, long time.
A little coming to our senses, we kiss. You finish breakfast and we, without even bothering to get dressed, sit down to eat. However, I did not have time to swallow a couple of pieces, as I felt that my penis did not disregard the view of your divine body in the context of an open robe. Suddenly I realized that now I want to feel some other taste and quickly, so that you do not have time to figure out what I'm up to, slip under the table. You don’t have time to utter a word, as I already push your legs apart and press my lips to the cave, wet from the past love game. You yelp indignantly and demand that I stop and give you something to eat, but I only tighten my grip on your hips so that you can't tear yourself away from me and get up. You defiantly try to show that my inappropriate caresses do not touch you. However, that doesn't stop me either. I stick my tongue into you and feel that your sweet taste is mixed with mine, salty.
Such a delicious cocktail of you and me in your cave turns me on even more. I begin to finger your bud with the tip of my tongue. Fast, fast, side to side, up and down. Gradually I get more and more involved. I do not know why, but I really like to lick you between the legs. Probably because you respond very vividly to such caresses. And I myself am terribly turned on, if only I feel that I managed to turn you on. And now I hear how a fork fell out of your hand on the table. You put your hands down and, with a slight moan of pleasure, press my head closer to you. Feeling this, with redoubled energy I earned a tongue in your slit. Well, how great it is to enjoy you like that, receiving a deliciously delicious, slightly tart nectar as a reward. And then your fingers grab my ears and pull me up. In obedience, I break out from under the table, almost knocking it over at the same time, and grab my beloved woman in my arms.
You wrap your arms around my neck, and your legs encircle my waist, hanging on me. All of a sudden, my cock slides easily into your richly moistened cunt, without any effort on my part. I keep you on weight and circle around the kitchen, slightly raising, then lowering you. However, even though such a dance brings a lot of thrills, it is still heavy, and I carefully lower you with my ass on the windowsill, while managing to not even leave your tight, cozy hole. You still hug me and wrap your legs around me. Pressing you against the crossbar of the window frame, I begin to make careful frictions. The realization that passers-by can see us by lifting their eyes gives a special sharpness to sensations. Straining your legs, you press your heels on my buttocks, adjusting the depth and frequency of my dives. I obediently obey, admiring your flushed face. Controlling my movements, you slowly but surely bring yourself to the top of orgasm.
Feeling this, I allow myself to relax and throw out the accumulated energy into you. Embracing, we freeze for a while, reliving the magical moments of unity to the end. After that, hand in hand, we go into the shower together to wash the sweat off our hot bodies. Smiling, we climb into the bathroom. Wall-mounted shower turns on. First, you expose your divine body to warm jets. Then I stand under the falling stream of water, and in the meantime, you lather up the washcloth and begin to gently rub yourself with it. Noticing this, I take it from you and take matters into my own hands. In the most thorough way, I lather your shoulders, arms, back with a washcloth. However, I especially zealously rub your convex naked breasts with a soft sponge. And then, sliding over the tummy, I concentrate on washing your pussy. For some reason, I just can’t tear my hand with a washcloth from her and continue to pass it between her cute legs over and over again.
Despite just experienced two orgasms in a row, my "fat man" does not remain indifferent to such a bath and again proudly raises his head, surprising me with this. Noticing the erection, you snatch the washcloth from my hands with a laugh. "Turn around, I'll wash your back," you playfully say. I obediently turn around. A soft sponge easily and quickly runs over my back and, suddenly, concentrates on my buttocks. You shamelessly, strongly hold a washcloth between the buttocks, forcing them to tighten elastically from your touch. I do not have time to come to my senses, as your hand with a sponge has already slipped between my legs and, reaching out, rubbed against the scrotum, causing the testicles to shrink in surprise. Laughing, I turn to you and, hugging, kissing you firmly on the lips, We stand pressed against each other under warm streams of water, washing off the soapy foam from us. My tensed root rests against your lower abdomen.
Our lips caress each other in a kiss. Finally, you move away from me and, taking my barrel with your hand, you begin to play with it delightfully. Unable to restrain myself, feeling the approach of the third orgasm, I lean towards you and ask you to take it in your mouth. You immediately sink down and wrap your lips around a clean, freshly washed, wet head from water. My beauty, how delightfully you do it! I just go crazy when my tensed shaft is in your mouth. When you suck it hard into yourself, I'm ready to scream with delight! When your tongue flutters around the head, teasing her, I calm down, trying not to miss a single moment of this amazing game! Finally, unable to bear this sweet torture, I wrap my arms around your head and cum in your mouth. You rise smiling. I immediately hug you and kiss you gratefully on the lips, feeling the slight taste and smell of my own sperm.
How I feel good with you, my charm! How many delightful moments you give me! I love you and I want us to be together for the rest of our lives...