Exactly at 7:00 She opened his door. This happened every day, but each time it was different. Every day She came in the door, right on the threshold she stripped naked, casually throwing her clothes on the floor of the hallway, and then took out a small tunic from her purse - and then every day it was different: a short silk nightgown, a torn T-shirt with the coat of arms of Real Madrid, a beach poreo, corset, or whatever else her vast fantasy suggested - the main thing is that there would be nothing else under it. Then she went to the bedroom to Him. He slept. No, I didn't sleep. He was waiting for her. But for all the treasures of the world, he would not show that he is awake. Today He lay on His back and covered His head with His left hand. Peaceful and serene sleep. But she worked as his alarm clock. She was paid for this. And also because she made him coffee. And she knew her work perfectly - no matter what, she would wake Him up to the state when He would be able to perform feats.
On the left hand, covering the head, the index finger is relaxed. She leans over him, and with one tongue raises her finger a little up and grabs it with her lips. Popom pulls his finger completely into his mouth. He doesn't move. A pleasant, slightly tart smell emanating from Her, despite all the lightness, constricts His lungs in a spasm and His heart is pounding desperately. But it's inside. Outside, He, supposedly restless, slightly rolls over away from Her, casually freeing her right hand from under the blanket. The hand lies palm up.
Today she is wearing a silk scarf, tied with two near ends on one shoulder. A braided leather belt hugs the waist over the scarf. She did not remove her finger from her mouth. On the contrary, she began to more actively plunge him into the soft depths of her mouth. The inverted hand was a call, and She answered it. Careful not to shake the mattress, she knelt down, placing her bent legs on either side of her hand. Then, quietly, she sat down on the twine, lowering her open lower lips directly onto her palm. The palm was dry and warm from sleep, and This made Her, already quite excited, tremble and suck her finger more and more actively. The hips moved. The lower lips found the thumb of the right hand and swallowed it, just as the upper lips had done with the forefinger of the left hand. A minute, and the eyes are open.
“Good morning,” She said. Without aspiration, in an even voice. The hips made a few more movements and stopped. Without getting up from her hand, She took the blanket off him, folded it and laid it next to him. More hip movements. She simply could not hold them - the finger was still inside. He had not worn underpants at night for a long time, and it was hard for her to restrain herself seeing His young, strong body with an elastic big penis - but It was out of the rules.
Having given a minute for Him to cool down, She got up, went to the door, went halfway out and stopped, leaving Him to look at herself from behind. Then she leaned over a little. A little - so that the buttocks spread slightly and the excited flesh is exposed. We didn't have to wait long. He got out of bed, walked up to Her and pizdeishn.net with a strong wide hand hugged the entire crotch at once. The fingers dived into the vagina by themselves, rubbing the clitoris and drying the protruding moisture. She stood, melted, but waited - He was not yet fully awake and not yet ready for the day. Then She went to the bathroom.
When He entered, She had already opened the warm water, took out his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Obeying, he began brushing his teeth. She looked at him with open, smiling eyes, but did not say a word. Then she took the penis with both hands - one by the middle, the other from below by the testicles and further. The movements of the toothbrush immediately froze, and then became more rhythmic, his hips moving. But masturbation was not part of Her plan - She leaned down to His stomach, kissed just below the navel, and then pressed her forehead on the bladder. At the same time, a sour grimace appeared on his face, and She, for the first time, smiled slightly. Then she took the brush from His hands and gave him a glass for rinsing. All this time She did not remove her hands from His testicles.
Just as silently, with both hands, She turned Him towards the toilet and lifted the toilet seat. Now, more than ever, He looked like a little boy whose mother took off his pants near a bush and said - pee-pee-pee... Obeying, he tried to direct his erect penis into the toilet, but it didn’t work out well. I had to bend over, spreading my legs, but even after that I couldn’t concentrate.
Accepting everything that was happening, She took a small bowl and began to wash His bottom. Like a little one again. He almost cried - he couldn’t write - he stood like a statue, bending over and pointing his penis into the toilet. And then the unexpected happened. She pressed her whole mouth to His anus, licking and kissing it. Out of surprise, He relaxed and began to write. A powerful stream, as if afraid of not being able to keep up, burst out of Him, but this did not in any way affect its actions. She continued doing what she started.
- You don't mind? It didn't answer. She closed the lid of the toilet, let out the water and sat down in front of Him directly on the lid. The lips engulfed the slightly limp penis and greedily began to suck it. Then just as suddenly she stopped.
“You need to shower and shave,” she lightly slapped his buttocks and turned on the water. She soaped him and herself, then took the accumulated foam from her pubic area, applied it to His face and began to shave. Then I washed everything thoroughly.
- You're almost ready, but very tense. – she took her toothbrush and deliberately brushed her teeth thoroughly, showing with all her appearance that she would be doing this for a long time. Without stopping, she turned her back to him and leaned over. The pear-shaped ass, again, as if at the door, revealed what was hidden. A member, ready to tear everything in its path, flew into her - but there was no need to tear anything - the soft warm vagina accepted it and moved, moaning. She came several times in a row, screaming furiously, biting the brush, trembling and moving every muscle.
Wanting to tease her, He pulled out his penis without finishing. She looked back at him in fear, looking into his eyes, then, realizing her subordination, she knelt in front of him, arching her back, and kissed His legs just above the knee.
- Do you want me to cum inside you?
- Yes - quietly and submissively.
- Today you have to choose where. “He is already fully awake. He was powerful and ready for any feat. She stood before him silently and only lightly licked His knee with her dry tongue. He took Her index finger with his fingers and pointed to Her vagina, then her ass, then her mouth.
- Choose - He ordered.
Hesitantly, she reached out with her stiff finger, which he let go, first to her lower lips, even hooked them, shuddered, and then suddenly, stroking her thigh, she pointed to her butt. For him it was an explosion. He grabbed her in his arms, carried her into the room, and threw her on the back of the chair. He was a little confused; He had no experience. The cream was not far away and in less than a minute His dick was already deep inside. For a long time, forgetting about what happened before, His large penis hurt her, bringing her to unconsciousness from pleasure.
She felt the sperm come out. The member went limp. He, embarrassed by what had happened, threw her over his raised knee and spanked her. He himself didn’t know why he did it, but he spanked her until her butt turned pink. She took it for granted. You have to pay for pleasure and spanking was the most acceptable price. Without raising her eyes, She went to the bathroom. I washed myself and filled a bowl with water. He was reclining on the sofa. When She washed Him, he no longer thought about Her. He planned his day and his exploits. Alarm clock off. Tomorrow everything will be different. And now she, naked, will make him coffee. Standing on his knees, he will serve it. Then, bending at the waist for each item, with his back to Him, he will collect his clothes and leave. And He will forget about her until the very minute when tomorrow she turns the key in His door and he begins to tremble slightly.