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“I think I could be unfaithful,” grins Sandra Cheeky as André, who sat on the train opposite our way around to get fresh and I see the shine that is too familiar to me in her eyes. “Well, if he is likeable to you …” I give back and she looks at me amazed. The buds of her breasts are now becoming even clearer through the thin fabric of their blouse. And since she does not wear a bra, as so often, the little cherries are easy to see.
A sight that every man has to irritate. She notices my gaze and a gentle red overzers her face, but that is what makes her even more attractive, even more desirable. “And you wouldn’t mind if I .. ?“I reach for her hand bend over to her and kiss her gently on the mouth. “… if you would sleep with him?“, I complete your sentence with a smile. “Oh no, on the contrary. You know my dreams and also know that everything that excites you also turns me on.
And the thought of André excites you, or?”” Puuuh, stop, “she moans softly. “Otherwise it will come here at the table. “” I think there is still someone who would have no objection to it, “I grin cheekily, and unobtrusively interpret with my head to the young man in the row of seats on the other side of the gang, that of my wife without cherished between the slightly opened thighsstarry. “She smiles back and opens her thighs a little bit further further.
‘This little bitch …’ I think with myself, “… I just can’t let other men bring to white glow. ‘André comes back at that moment. He immediately notices the erotic charged atmosphere that surrounds us, he sees Sandra’s hard nipple, and she too feels his eyes how to explore the deep valley between her breasts. She gets up to let him back in his place and for a moment she looks into his eyes – just a few centimeters away from him.
Sandra seems to notice his feelings, to feel that André only troubles the need can pull her, to kiss her because she looks over to me slightly triumphantly. But then he sits in his place again and we quickly get into conversation again. We find that we have booked the same goal, even the same hotel. Until then, there are still a few hours of train ride. After a few minutes, I notice that the touches that take place with their thighs, as is randomly taking place, the revealing insight into my wife’s open -hearted cleavage, which always attracts his eyes magically, does not remain without effect.
André is increasingly slipping back and forth in his place. There has also been a newspaper on his lap for a long time. And then, just suddenly without having to interrupt the conversation, Sandra feels his fingers on her knee, briefly, briefly, and it happens to her like a trial. Since she does not show any negative reaction, he takes all courage and carefully puts his hand on her thigh at any time, ready to withdraw it at any time.
He expects her defense, but nothing happens. Sandra continues to talk to him as if nothing had happened. He becomes braver, gently exploring the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. His eyes begin to shine when he notices that his touches have an effect. I also noticed the game. When his hand begins to hike, I register exactly André that Sandra’s breath is heavier and a slight tremor pulls through your body.
She wears a suitable dark skirt with her blouse. Her Legs are well covered by the table so that it is impossible for the other travelers to see how his hand slowly drives up her thigh. It has long since reached the narrow strip of skin above its owner -free stockings. The pants have long since become too tight and the erection Hard to hide. “Do you have a little plans tonight?“, André suddenly asks.
“Oh, nothing special,” I answer him. “We are still open to every idea …”. “Also for …. ?“His gaze is rediscovering in Sandra’s cleavage. “Yes. For that too, ”my wife smiles at him. “And maybe for a little more .. !? I think we should put together in peace tonight in the hotel. “He sees me unsure first, then in your eyes. Was that an invitation now and if so, why? His thoughts play crazy.
I think if he would be alone with her at that moment … then Sandra suddenly puts his head back and closes his eyes. She drives her game a little further. ‘Kiss me …’ signal their sensually opened lips. ‘Now I finally kiss …’. Again he sees it unsafe to me, because he understands signal only too well. With a barely visible nod, I give him my consent. Now he can no longer resist.
Now that when I see how he excited my wife he pulls you, it will also be tight in my pants. The two do not care whether the entire large car is watching. Her lips press on each other, open again and immediately find their tongues, circle, play, no fight with each other … ”May I see their tickets ..?“, A voice tears us from the waist of lust back to reality. “Yes … yes, of course”, André breathless, reaches into his jacket and shows his ticket.
“And her wife ..?“, He sees it questioningly on Sandra, but his gaze is more on the hard buds of her breasts than in her face. “She belongs to me,” I grin him amused and show him our tickets. “Yes then … in … uh … in 10 minutes we are there!“When the train attendant continues, we all broke out in pruding laughter. At the train station we then take Sandra in the middle.
Each of us puts her arm around your hips and together we follow the case carrier, whom we have exceptionally treated, to the taxi rank. +++When we enter our room, Sandra falls around my neck, kisses me, her extremely female body nestles closely to me. “And you really have nothing against it …,” she purrs seductively. “You know me,” I reply and pull her to the wide double bed with me. My hand quickly slides between her thighs and I feel the moisture of yours pussy Your panties soaked.
“Hey you’re pretty horny for him?“She depends on her elbows and looks at me dreamily. “Well, he sees so good, brown -burned and what his pants have driven out … uuuh I would like to see that closer to that. “They are impatiently pulling on the belt of my pants, opens the zipper and reaching me into the boxer shorts. “Hmm, but that’s not without. The thought probably doesn’t leave you cold that I could do something with André.
“” By no means, you little bitch, “I grin, pull them to me to kiss them long and passionately. “I like to be your little bitch,” she joins back, panting and spreads her legs to me. “Come on me!“I pull the panties aside and push two fingers into her overflowing love grotto. “Oh no my sweetness,” I grin in common. “Someone will get that today”. I feel the shake of your body and know that my words alone have submitted a small one orgasm to trigger.
+++Point eight he stands at the door and knocks on with palpitations. +++Her hands slide under his shirt and hike testing over his pronounced chest muscles. She stands in front of him very close, enjoys the scent of his freshly showered body. Your fingers pinch him slightly into his nipples and rub them playfully between the thumb and index finger. “Pull it off,” she breathes demanding. He carelessly throws his shirt to the ground and pulls Sandra on himself. His hand reaches into her cleavage and exposes her left chest.
– Lightning -scroking sees André over to me. “If you want them, you will have to get used to it,” I grin him. “Take your arms up,” demands Sandra and goes to his knees in front of him. He does what she asks and looks at how my wife cleverly opens his jeans and tugs them from his hips. The boxer shortage is also not an obstacle for you and it already feels how it includes your best part with a firm grip.
She pulls it easily foreskin Back and your lips include the shiny glans. – Blitz -Immanating André lets her hands sink, puts a hand on her head and pushes her phallus deeper into her mouth. Suddenly I see her hand reaches for his eggs. He screams when she presses tightly. “Leave your hands above,” grins up Sandra from below “Now I’m on it, later you can reciprocate yourself. “He does what she says, crosses his arms behind his head and Sandra catches his tail to blow according to all the rules of art.
Your tongue circles the tip of his excited, trembling spear, repeatedly bumps into the top in the small opening. Her hand massages with a firm grip the hard shaft and her lips suck his rod deep in her mouth again and again. “Stop”, he gasps. “Otherwise I will come! Stop it … !“But Sandra keeps going until your cock begins to bitch and his cargo injects into her throat. She quickly releases it and under the flash of my camera you clap the next thrust in the face.
Once again he injects my wife in the face, then the orgasm level off. Sandra gets up. The sperm smeared face close to his. “Welcome! Get prepared for a long evening. “Sandra fleetly kisses him on his mouth, takes him by the hand and leads him to the small seating group. “Now we’re drinking a glass of sparkling wine. “I sit down on the sofa so we have Sandra between us. I have also moved out in the meantime too.
Sandra is now the only one who still wears clothes on your body. But the high -slipped skirt, the black, keeper stockings and the half -slipped shirt emphasize their female stimuli more than hide them. I also spread the right wearer from her shoulder and present both breasts my wife naked the eyes of Andrés. Then I pull her to myself, kiss her … on the mouth. It tastes salty … after a man and immediately I have the picture in front of how his rod exploded in her mouth.
Our tongues play together and I feel your hand reaches for my hard cock. “You are just insatiable,” I whine. “Yeah,” gasped Sandra. “Come on me, let him watch him take me. “I put her on my lap. Your hand leads my spear between her horny, meaty lips and I feel how the greedy moisture of your vulva sucks me up. “Kiss me,” she moans and looks at André. He bends, grabs her tits and kisses her violently on his mouth.
He feels the bumps with because I edit my wife. And then it comes to me. My juice shoots into her cunt, her column cramps around my twitching cock and she clings to André in orgasm like a drowning. A short time later we will break away from each other. “I need a break at first,” castle Sandra happy, exhausted and reaches for the champagne bottle.
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