Sometimes I feel like a lustful pervert with preoccupied thoughts. My shamelessness goes beyond all existing boundaries, and my wife indulges in this. She is a young girl who agreed, out of stupidity or out of spiritual simplicity, to get married, despite a ten-year difference in age. The chosen one is a beauty of medium proportions with blond hair that undergoes lightening twice a year. Elastic small breasts, graceful ass, chiseled legs are a means of excitement at any time of the day. Her neatly shaved pussy and bashfully shrinking anus help erection to reach the stage of ejaculation in a matter of minutes.
It would seem that you are enjoying married life, churning out offspring, but only a demonic force lives in me. There is nothing to drive the devils who push around to whoredom out of your head. I want to fuck all the naked models from the Internet, I imagine how I hammer into all the holes of the girls I know, I constantly copulate with my wife, and sometimes I twitch in the toilet, fantasizing about rough sex with adult females. Believe me, I managed to pick up experience before marriage. There was everything: with two girls, with prostitutes, a blowjob in the car, anal sex with a beauty from the club, even pulled a mulatto once. Knowing about the inexhaustible sexual desire, my passion Karina gives herself entirely in bed so that she does not feel a lack of pleasure when she is not around.
After the wedding, renting an apartment became a common expense that devastated the family budget. I was lucky to rent a odnushku in an apartment building, where the walls are thinner than cellophane. You put down a glass and listen to what the neighbors are doing so interesting or delve into the topic of the conversation. We weren’t particularly lucky with our neighbors: on the left there lives a mature couple who managed to get their daughter off to college, on the right there are drunks, a mother who recently gave birth a little further away, then a businessman who doesn’t spit through his lip once again, followed by some kind of schmuck engaged in journalism. Neighbor Luda is a very sharp, impulsive brunette who, with her long, sharp nose, looks something like Italians.
Her hubby Oleg likes to pawn behind the collar, lingering at work. They fucked regularly, only regularity once a month made my wife and I smile, because we fuck every other day several times in a row. Oksana always screamed loudly in bed, but I didn’t want to plug her with my hand, which had been between her legs to the very elbow. Each heat was accompanied by loud gasps, voluptuous groans, an intoxicating screech of euphoria, which comes with orgasms.
Soon I began to notice one characteristic detail – after our sex, the door handles would be smeared with shit, then they would spit on the door with snot. Once there was even a puddle of a strange consistency that looked like vomit. Naturally, I walked along the corridor, where some neighbors also observed the bad deeds of an unknown hand. One day I sat comfortably on the couch, put a noose around my throat from a towel, began to press my neck and masturbate. The attack of enjoying masturbation was mercilessly destroyed by a strange rustling near the door. Slowly approaching the peephole, I noticed how Lyudmila shamelessly smears the door opposite with a brush. Music was blaring there until midnight, and a vindictive Italian does not forgive such insults. Suspicions about alcoholics disappeared by themselves. The bile bitch had to be caught hot, so I had to buy a video peephole. A common device that provides apartment owners with information to visitors and a little confidence that thieves will be scared away by a newfangled accessory. My wife liked the device, so in gratitude for the purchase, breathtaking sex awaited me. After two sticks, accompanied by heartbreaking groans, I went to the toilet for a smoke break, at the same time jerking off for complete discharge.
I periodically checked the monitor, tiptoeing to the front door. There was no one there. It was worth leaving the apartment for half an hour, as a yellow puddle formed on the tile in front of the entrance. Who pissed? Usually suspicions fall on orphan cats or stray dogs! Only in the video recorded due to the triggering of the motion sensor, the villain was visible. Lyudmila waited for my door to slam. She went out to the site, looked around, squatted down and gave out a juicy stream of urine right under the door. She, apparently, the whole morning was collecting liquid for targeted revenge. Transferring the clip to the phone took a minute, after which I went to the neighbor’s door in my bathrobe.
Good afternoon neighbors.
Whats up? – the inflamed woman asked unfriendly.
I’m from the next apartment. Misha.
What are you up to, you restless bastard?
Straight to the point. I’ve got one person under the door pissed.
Serves you right. There is nothing at night to arrange a corps de ballet through the wall.
Here is the recording, – I turned on the video, – I plan to post it in the group of our complex. Let the hero be known by sight.
Quiet. Let’s talk neighbor – Luda showed interest, since there was no other choice.
Become a celebrity! Our whole floor will appreciate diligent attempts.
Ask what you want, just delete the video.
Let’s eat and we’ll be quits.
Baby, are you crazy? Get out of here, goat.
Itself asked for it, bitch ssyklivaya.
I returned to the apartment with a mischievous grin. I was thinking about processing the video to add epic music and close up the heroine’s face. The obnoxious neighbor rushed in a couple of minutes, out of breath from a surge of adrenaline. I could see in her eyes that she agreed. The button of the fucking sodomite was activated instantly, one had only to see the lack of underwear under the open dressing gown. The body began to ache from the injected lust, and I wanted to put my penis into the first hole I came across in order to let in a detachment of ebullient spermatozoa. The veins in my temples began to bulge, and sweat ran down my back. Her eyes glazed over when Lyudmila showed a loose crater between her legs, where everything glistened from seeping lubricant. The envious bitch wanted and did not hide it. I took the guest’s left leg to the right, and with my left hand pushed my fingers into the gap, reaching out with the pads of the uterus. In the flaming vagina, everything began to champ, and the woman could not help moaning. Continuing to poke around in a career of flesh, he allowed himself to insert another finger into it. Then the pussy took the whole five.
Mi-kha-il, – the female cried out interruptingly, – os-ta-but-vi-s.
Work it out if you don’t want popularity among your neighbors.
Base desires pushed me to brazenly crawl with my hand in the ladies’ organ, as if looking for a lost thing. Deep immersion brought Luda to a frenzy, which ended with an orgasm with a slow slide down the wall. The woman’s legs buckled after an automatic burst of orgasms that came with the stimulation of a womb that had atrophied without sex. Lubrication poured out of her pussy in an inexhaustible stream, as if a dam had burst after the impact of a manual ram. I scooped up some of the sticky concentrate to smear it over my asshole. Lyudmila shyly squeezed her anus, but when she saw a contemptuous look, she relaxed like a girl dreaming of getting rid of her virginity. Kissing a slut of Balzac age? Dismiss, not about me the story! Lubricant gradually filled the anus, splashed on the walls of the rectum. Wasteless production and nothing more.
Become cancer, neighbor.
In the hall?
Don’t fuck you on the bed?!
Just not hard … I haven’t had anything there for a long time.
Olezhka does not pepper, because you are evil, like a chain dog?
None of your business. Do what you think!
Spit followed in the direction of the ass, but saliva landed on the buttock. I wiped off the bubbling liquid with my fingers, pushing it into my rectum. The plaintive moans of the hissing vixen only urged to fuck her as hard as possible. The diluted rolls in the middle were pale, but the hole was a pink-yellow hue. Nature created the anus not for love – for defecation, but what difference does it make what the foundations of the universe strive for. My eggplant went headlong into the hole, giving a Balzac woman a deafening blow. She shrank all over, requiring a minute pause to adjust. The second push plunged the neighbor into a state of furious breaking, because I unceremoniously used the point from all over. The eggs ached from the upcoming discharge, Luda whined, crawling with her long hair on the floor and clinging to the rug, on which we wipe our feet with our faces. The hellish thrusts continued until the pressure in the cock reached its limit, ejecting a mean stream of semen through the urethra. The woman clutched at her temples, as if the ejaculation fluid had reached the brain. Ass snorted in displeasure as the entire penis came out of the compartment overflowing with muddy mucus. A slap on the ass made the neighbor understand that no one else was happy in our apartment with her fucked buttock. Video defiantly deleted. No one else crap under the door and did not leave garbage.