I woke up suddenly. I was dizzy and my head was spinning. I remembered where I was while trying to identify the sound. Yes. I had fallen asleep in the armchair in the room and now I was half-naked, dark, and covered in my own semen everywhere. Again: Ceci. I put on my pants and got up with effort, leaning against the wall. Stumbling forward, I advanced towards a light behind the slightly open door and found myself in the bathroom. Another almost stifled groan. Ceci again. I took some clumsy steps towards the sound. Ceci for sure. Almost tripped over one of her sandals when I walked slowly down the hallway to the living room.
Definitely it was her: Yes, love, yes! Yes! she mumbled softly, containing herself. I peeked through the door: my wife was riding Paul on the sofa while he puffed away, his imposing torso beneath her as she galloped like a possessed woman. Move that ass, baby, he whispered lowly, as she pulled her head back and moved her ass in circles to get better penetration: Yes, yes, yes! I felt a bit angry that they were still having sex without me, leaving me out, and also a bit jealous because I realized she was containing her moans not to wake me up and enjoy her lover better. But at the same time I realized it was understandable: I wasn't on par with a guy like Paul.
Out of control, almost saying taken away by mounting those iron pectorals and moving my ass with mastery feeling the hardness of that cock and satisfying her male, Ceci looked beautiful. The excitement displaced the dizziness and, taking another step forward, I accidentally kicked an empty bottle and the noise distracted us for a moment. She glared at me with her eyes for my lack of tact, but Paul smiled and said kindly Come. And he picked her up like a baby. I sat down on the sofa, trying to get used to the light. She was kissing every millimeter of his face and neck while he carried her against the wall and started having sex standing up: I was dying of heat. and at the same time with jealousy, because I had never had the strength to do it despite having tried several times. Sweaty, fibrous, shiny, Paul's back, ass, and leg muscles were a mechanical sculpture that pumped rhythmically inside my wife until Ceci couldn't contain herself anymore and went from moans to screams: she wrapped her legs around his black waist and scratched his back desperately, as if trying to hold onto something to bear the bestial impalement. Who fucks you like this, baby?, he murmured, and Ceci barely managed to respond in a wave of pleasure: Nobody, nobody!. Unrelenting, robotic, he accelerated his perfect rhythm, holding her by the waist with one hand and grabbing her neck against the wall so my wife could look him in the eye as he made her his. I started masturbating while he accelerated the thrusts and, smiling at me, said Does your husband fuck like this?, and Ceci tried to respond but almost couldn't breathe, and he would push a little more and repeat the question playfully, giving it harder until I heard in a thread of interrupted voice no, no, no can... and that animal accelerated and she screamed while he said I want you to come on me, and she hugged him and exploded screaming like a slut as he hung her from his member, giving her the last licks and filling her with cum with a hoarse roar. I think I finished almost at the same time as them. Paul carefully lowered her, delicately, and while Ceci recovered in the air and collapsed against the wall, he sat down on the sofa to rest. He asked for beers and if he could clean up. Torpidly, without understanding, I started lifting the cups and Paul smiled: You have to clean that. And he pointed at my wife lying on the floor, with her hair in her face and her eyes still closed, moaning like a rag doll and with a thick strand of cum dripping down her leg.
Definitely it was her: Yes, love, yes! Yes! she mumbled softly, containing herself. I peeked through the door: my wife was riding Paul on the sofa while he puffed away, his imposing torso beneath her as she galloped like a possessed woman. Move that ass, baby, he whispered lowly, as she pulled her head back and moved her ass in circles to get better penetration: Yes, yes, yes! I felt a bit angry that they were still having sex without me, leaving me out, and also a bit jealous because I realized she was containing her moans not to wake me up and enjoy her lover better. But at the same time I realized it was understandable: I wasn't on par with a guy like Paul.
Out of control, almost saying taken away by mounting those iron pectorals and moving my ass with mastery feeling the hardness of that cock and satisfying her male, Ceci looked beautiful. The excitement displaced the dizziness and, taking another step forward, I accidentally kicked an empty bottle and the noise distracted us for a moment. She glared at me with her eyes for my lack of tact, but Paul smiled and said kindly Come. And he picked her up like a baby. I sat down on the sofa, trying to get used to the light. She was kissing every millimeter of his face and neck while he carried her against the wall and started having sex standing up: I was dying of heat. and at the same time with jealousy, because I had never had the strength to do it despite having tried several times. Sweaty, fibrous, shiny, Paul's back, ass, and leg muscles were a mechanical sculpture that pumped rhythmically inside my wife until Ceci couldn't contain herself anymore and went from moans to screams: she wrapped her legs around his black waist and scratched his back desperately, as if trying to hold onto something to bear the bestial impalement. Who fucks you like this, baby?, he murmured, and Ceci barely managed to respond in a wave of pleasure: Nobody, nobody!. Unrelenting, robotic, he accelerated his perfect rhythm, holding her by the waist with one hand and grabbing her neck against the wall so my wife could look him in the eye as he made her his. I started masturbating while he accelerated the thrusts and, smiling at me, said Does your husband fuck like this?, and Ceci tried to respond but almost couldn't breathe, and he would push a little more and repeat the question playfully, giving it harder until I heard in a thread of interrupted voice no, no, no can... and that animal accelerated and she screamed while he said I want you to come on me, and she hugged him and exploded screaming like a slut as he hung her from his member, giving her the last licks and filling her with cum with a hoarse roar. I think I finished almost at the same time as them. Paul carefully lowered her, delicately, and while Ceci recovered in the air and collapsed against the wall, he sat down on the sofa to rest. He asked for beers and if he could clean up. Torpidly, without understanding, I started lifting the cups and Paul smiled: You have to clean that. And he pointed at my wife lying on the floor, with her hair in her face and her eyes still closed, moaning like a rag doll and with a thick strand of cum dripping down her leg.
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