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In the morning we called the car to the village and had breakfast. Tanya put on a white light dress, white panties and a bra. Although I asked her to remove her bra so that her breasts were visible from under the dress. We loaded our things and got into the car. Tanya in front, me in the back. The driver was middle-aged and of rather pleasant athletic appearance. A few minutes later, I pretended to be asleep. Tanyusha flirted with the driver in every possible way, until he offered to stop on the side of the road. I saw how he touched my wife’s breasts and her legs, but then he said that the continuation would be on the street. Tanya with the driver went outside and they disappeared into a field with corn. They were gone for about an hour. Then they returned. Judging by my wife’s dirty knees, the driver stood up and fucked her doggy style.
— Yes, even now I don’t want trouble, but Vika told me in such a way that from some stories it became wet in her panties. If especially in a condom, then everything will be fine. I want this maybe more than you.
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She grabbed his shoulders with force, pulling Victor to his feet and beginning to unbutton his trousers. She did it quickly, and finally, the longing for tender kisses member broke free. Ira wrapped her lips around him and began to caress the trunk, smacking his lips. She was doing a blowjob when Victor, burning with desire, abruptly picked her up and immediately entered. Great… They stood in the same position for about a minute, enjoying the moment, after which they began to move. The size of Victor’s cock suited her so well that she felt an extravaganza of feelings, choking with moans, she ran into his stake with force. And it doesn’t matter at all that behind the wall is a husband who turned the TV louder and has long understood that he does not satisfy his wife …
While she was driving, the man who was drinking coffee painfully grabbed my boobs and started milking me. One by one, pulling back on his nipples, he began to squeeze milk into his coffee cup. He did it clumsily, but I was pleased and my excitement again began to grow.
I couldn’t miss her. Therefore, I had to stop the car on the go and push out the carrier. Damn cretin… I hope you have enough connections in the FSB to get out.
Yes? she said, and leaned against the wall. — And if so?