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The cuckoo clock in the reception of the small pension in K. Was a hint that I didn’t understand right away. The first time I lived in one of the four rooms on the ground floor. Then I always got the beautiful double room on the upper floor. The pension operators lived right next door. He a quiet fifties, you an attractive blonde, very slim, certainly ten years younger than him. That means: I was another ten years younger than her. The first time we had lifted at the bar in the reception room.
The two must have planned to get to know me better. I stood after a long working day under the shower, When I Merle noticed in my room. Visit from the hostess! I apologized in the bathrobe. She laughed friendly and pointed to the bottle of wine and the two glasses on the desk. A fruity Rhine wine, certainly according to your taste – well, if that didn’t give a humming skull. Merle wore a white summer dress with large, colorful flowers.
It had just become spring. Very elegant: fine nylons, lacquer sandals with high heels, the hair plugged in. Without waiting for my request, she sat on the only armchair and hit it Legs on top of each other. The fine rustling of their stockings made me sharp. I didn’t even bother to put on more than the terry bathrobe. The wine was already open. So quickly poured and taken a few large trains. Then she got up and came up to me.
“Certainly you can imagine what I am doing with you,” she said and laughed. I encompassed her and grabbed her zipper. Slowly I grazed the thin dress from her shoulders. Below she only wore a narrow bra made of white tip and a suitable panties. Below a narrow straps belt on which their fine, light brown nylon stockings were attached. “That’s my taste,” I whispered. I pushed her in front of the long mirror, comprised it from behind and pushed a hand into her panties.
The other raised a chest from the bra cup and began playing with her bud. I felt my staff upset, searched for a path out of the bathrobe and nestled against her back baking. She liked to see what I was doing in the mirror. I hooked your bra. Your little breasts tight, the buds hard and dark pink. Slowly I pulled out the stockings, the panties, the straps belt. And where I knelt in front of her, her smooth shaved shell smelled, a mixture of floral perfume and bitter, I kissed her fleetingly between my thighs.
A deep sigh! I had probably fulfilled your expectation. At least one of them. But not so fast. I got up and pushed Merle to the wide double bed. She sat on the silk shiny duvet. I grabbed her legs and pushed her, spreading the thighs spread out. Then I covered her shell with damp kisses. She squeaked with pleasure. More of that. Increasingly violent. Mine Tongue Quickly between her lips with every kiss. I licked her column on deep trains.
My saliva and her cunt juice had left a large puddle on the covers. No matter. I put her legs on my shoulders and brought my spear into play. I let him slide along her column very easily. Merle pushed her pelvis towards me, wanted more. She got that. But in small doses. Slowly my Schwengel penetrated into her column. A little more with each push. “Deeper!“She asked. Then she got that too.
I pushed very deeply and hard. The blonde screamed with lust. But I haven’t been as far as she was yet. “Oh oh!“I heard her moaning. Now a few more trains, then I shot my cream into her cunt. Very, very deep. We were completely exhausted. Not a word, pretty long. “That was great,” she whispered. “I can listen to you for hours. “” Honestly, I haven’t been fucked for a long time. “” Women don’t say that.
“” Women don’t do that, “she said on it. After another glass of wine, I carefully asked what your husband played for a role. Because it was clear to me that he knew exactly what Merle visited her guests in the premium room. “He chooses the men who are worth fucking his wife,” she said dryly. And I couldn’t say anything about that at first. After a while I found that she had fallen asleep. I pulled a blanket over her and tried to fall asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Merle disappeared. The next time I visited the “Kuckuckskuhr” I was prepared. I got the big room on the upper floor. Merle comes in the well -known summer dress with a bottle of wine. After a nice chat then the surprise: I would be right if she invites her girlfriend? I’m confused. “How? Now?””Yes. She lives nearby. “”Yes. If you want … like, ”I stammered. But Merle already had the phone on the ear.
The girlfriend had apparently only waited for the signal. After just a few minutes, she was brought in and introduced by the host. Reni was a big, full brunette. It was in skin -tights, white jeans and a loose cotton sweater. Only now did I realize that I was in the bathrobe. Now I couldn’t help it and played the Playboy. Just when I filled my glass for Reni it knocked on the door. It was Merle’s husband who supplied us the missing glass.
It seemed to me that he was looking for an opportunity to take a look again. I was so busy with the two ladies that I hadn’t noticed how he had disappeared in between. Merle and Reni were just there to greet themselves – why only now? – Kissing long and intensely. Merle’s hand was under Reni’s sweater. Then both put an arm around my shoulders. My bathrobe slipped, the binding belt loosened. Reni reached for my Schwengel.
“I’ve heard about that,” she said. “And I already suspect what is waiting for me under the sweater,” I said and pushed one hand right there. She was not wearing a bra. Her big, tight breasts felt great. I stepped behind them to devote myself to both breasts at the same time. Merle opened the zipper and pushed Reni the jeans off his hips. No bra and no panties! My stand was now exactly between her backbake.
Reni leaned over the back of the armchair. Now I didn’t just feel your PoSpot. My stiffer slipped deeper, pushed into her bush of hair and disappeared into her well -moistened pussy. My hands were still working on their big breasts under their sweater, the lush buds kneaded. Now I felt a cool hand on my sack, in my PoSpalte. That could only be Merle, who also appealed me. So it came to me very soon.
After a glass of wine, I had recovered so far that I was going to move out merle. Again she wore the fine white lace underwear and the skin -colored nylons under the elegant summer dress. Inviting she laid her legs wide on the bed. I was happy to fulfill the desire to kiss and too lick, Until her cunt was soaked soak. Then she was fucked long and hard until she was completely exhausted. I also needed a break.
Reni only gave me it briefly. She lay next to me on the bed and played with my licked Schwengel. While we talked nicely, he was – to my surprise – once again firm. Reni knelt next to me, then above me. Stand up on my hip and let her wet cunt on mine tail slide along. Soon he was so plump that she could put him in her column. Now she started riding me.
I was pushed into her cunt violently and deeply. Her breasts dangled over my face. I kissed and sucked her buds. I didn’t know how I could last for so long. But I shot off again completely out of breath. Immediately after that, Reni also cried out and then bent over me. We were so breathing difficult to breathe for a while. Then she straightened up and scurried into the bathroom. Then I noticed that Merle wasn’t in the room.
But just when I noticed that, she slipped back into the door again. We smiled at each other. “Was it nice with Reni?””Very nice. And you?”” Can you imagine. ” Long break. “He heard that it was good. ” Long break. “I urgently had to make it easier. “I would have liked to know how. But I didn’t ask for details.
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