Wild Passions at a Quiet Dacha
It was almost lunchtime. She had already watered the entire garden and, knowing he would arrive soon, she washed up and put on a robe with nothing underneath. Finally, the garden gate creaked. Oh, how she waits for these meetings...
She felt butterflies in her stomach when he entered the house. Bowing her head, she greeted him, he did the same, and they sat down at the table.
She began to feed him after his long journey. She watched as those strong hands served the food, how he handled the boiled chicken, and she desperately wanted him to start handling her the same way.
He ate, washed up, they started drinking tea, and he asked her meaningless questions, not looking her in the eyes at all, but
she knew this was already the prelude; between her legs, there was already a flood of anticipation.
When he finished speaking and finally looked into her eyes, she knew—this was the moment, the flash before the explosion...
One more second and he would take her right here, turn into her master who would fuck her like the last slut, and she would like it immensely. One more second...
With one hand, he takes out his not-so-small cock, with the other, he grabs her head—all of this happens instantly, and now she is sucking. She sucks her master's cock, opening her mouth wider, trying to take her ruler's dick deeper.
She knows how it looks—that a man simply arrived and uses her like a slut, just takes her and fucks her mouth without words or agreements. But that's what she wants, she wants to be only his to the point of madness...
So she diligently swallows his cock. She pleases him because every moan of his is a reward for her; she gets off on every moan or even just his heavy breathing.
She feels that her master is about to cum, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she grips her master's cock tighter, allowing him to cum down her throat.
He acts as if nothing happened, only gently wiping the semen from her chin with his finger and letting her lick it off.
They continue talking as if nothing happened. porn stories He goes to chop wood for the bathhouse, she goes to prepare the stove.
Sitting on a bench in the shade, she greedily watches as he, stripped to the waist, chops wood. She sees sweat begin to trickle down his body, how he reddens from the hard work.
After chopping enough wood, he calls her over, and she obediently stands beside him.
He points to the log where he was just chopping wood and commands dryly, "Get on all fours." She obediently gets into position and feels his hands on her waist and his cock right at the entrance.
"He's going to enter me now, he's going to enter me now, he's going to enter me now," repeats in her head. Finally, her cry echoes through the surroundings; his cock entered immediately and to its full length, and didn't stop but immediately began thrusting in and out again and again.
"Insane pounding"—that's how one could describe what he did to her. She couldn't withstand such a pace for even a minute. Her pussy came with a squirt, tightly squeezing his cock.
She tried to stand up but couldn't; fortunately, he caught her in time and carried her to the bathhouse. While she was coming to her senses, he had already lit the stove and, undressing, also came into the steam room.
He sat on the bench; his cock was in a slightly erect state, and she looked at it greedily.
He smiled and said, "What, slut, want it?" She nodded her head, and he continued mockingly—"If you want it, take it yourself." She hesitated—"Do you allow it?" Yes—he confirmed dryly.
She slid off the bench, settled between his legs, and taking his cock into her mouth, began to suck.
Now she was sucking on her own and could do it at her own pleasure; she changed the tempo and rhythm, occasionally opening her eyes to check if her master liked it.
Finally satisfied, she timidly asked—can I ride you, master? He nodded, and she immediately sat on top of his cock, while he leaned back against the wall, giving her freedom of movement.
She knew he was aware of how lustful she was, that she needed many orgasms. She also knew his iron-hard cock could give her such prolonged pleasure.
At first, she rode his cock quickly; an orgasm didn't keep her waiting. Then she languidly enjoyed slowly and sensually inserting his cock into herself and pulling it out. After that, she alternated between slow and fast rhythms, coming again and again. And he only moaned and enjoyed her play.
She suddenly rose slightly and pressed the head of his cock against her anal hole. He looked at her questioningly. But what she whispered, "I want my master to fuck me everywhere," and she forcefully began to impale her ass onto his cock.
And although she had already prepared her ass with a vibrator before his arrival and knew she liked anal sex, she didn't expect such an effect. They both moaned in unison from the pleasure.
Excitement overwhelmed both him and her. She tried to forcefully impale herself on his dick so it would enter her completely. And she realized she was coming. She quickly put her hand on her clit and, stroking it, multiplying the sensations many times over, she began to squirt onto his stomach. And as the orgasm began to leave her, she felt the pulses...
It was her master cumming right into her ass. She went crazy from such a turn of events and, rubbing her clit even harder, came with her master a second time.
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