The guy fumbles possessively on your wife's slender legs. Tell me what kind of legs she has? Gentle? Sweet ones?
And he roughly fumbles on them slapping her pussy…
She's a real whore.
She is fucked in the mouth, pulling on her beautiful blonde hair and the second man has her in the vagina with his fingers, while she sucks and cries. It's probably not easy being such a cheap hooker.
Yes, they are very slender, and she is crying because she does not want to be roughly fucked by two people.
They don't even address her, just speak their own language, put her on her knees and elbows…
They use it as a thing, as a toy bought on the street.
Your wife was taken in the living room by young stray Frenchmen and now they put her cancer and are going to use it together. She sobs and agrees, silently spreading her beautiful legs. It looks like they are determined to fuck her roughly.
They put a dick in her pussy and start just fucking her like a female… her legs are beautifully placed in different directions and she almost does not move, she is planted quickly, sharply and roughly. Like they do with prostitutes…
You hear one of the Frenchmen say something.
"Veronika… Veronika"
She shouts "YES YES" through her tears.
They fuck her like a goat… they made your Veronica a sex toy for money, a fucking machine, a fucking machine that you can fuck and humiliate as you want.
Just like that, while she was picking out her purse. She was offered to give herself up for a dime and she agreed. Does Veronica like to be fucked?
The guy who is talking to her from behind about something, she cries even more because he says that all Russian women are whores and they will fuck her in front of her husband if they want to.
Approach.
Look at how your sweet wife pees in the mouth of the Frenchman, the one who gave her a suck.
She opens her mouth and catches the urine on her tongue. She cries and sees that you are here, that you are her beloved husband you see how they fuck her for money, not only fuck her from behind throwing her head back by her hair, but also pee in her mouth, the urine is hot and delicious, she likes it and she is ashamed.
Your Veronica is not only yours anymore, but also a common whore.
The guy from behind fucks her very fast, and she ends up on his cock, looking you in the eye.
Cheating in the Restaurant Bathroom
Your wife, the beautiful Veronica, has been very sad lately. To entertain her, you finally invited her to a restaurant.
Veronica wore a luxurious red velvet dress just below the knees covering her slender body. The velvet hugged her ass and thighs and it was a pleasure to walk with her on the arm, the men were all drooling. You entered an expensive restaurant, you were intoxicated by the smell of her perfume, and immediately noticed how your wife's eyes lit up when she saw how expensively dressed men in the restaurant broke their necks looking at her. She shamelessly made eyes at everyone, not forgetting to stroke your hand with gentle fingers…
You sat down at a table with a low-draped tablecloth. And you immediately felt how Veronica, crossing her legs, touched her foot, shod in sexy sandals, to your leg. And she stroked you from the bottom up to express her gratitude for bringing her to this place where there are so many purebred males.
The sommelier who came over was a little flustered when Veronica leaned over and casually stroked his hand holding the wine list. You're a little excited about it. Your wife was already looking past you quite a lot, and the men around her were paying too much attention, as it seemed to you.
At dinner, you soon noticed that your wife is caressing several men with her eyes at once. Their eyes roam over your wife's smooth, tight thighs, looking down at her cleavage… And most importantly, she enjoyed it and provoked them.
She was chattering sweetly about something, and under the table you began to notice that she was no longer delicately holding her foot on her leg, but trying to spread her legs, as it were, only the narrow dress interfered.
She shifted her plump ass a few times on the high chair, and you seemed to know that she was aroused.
You looked down at the steak, and when you picked it up, your wife was licking the neck of a wine bottle, looking straight into the eye of the man in the black suit sitting just to your left. Frankly speaking, she didn't hesitate to suck the neck while you weren't looking.
After a few minutes of your dinner, the waiter came over with a bottle of pink champagne
"It's from that gentleman over there, Lady Veronica. he pointed to the man she'd flirted with so obscenely.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, we can't accept this gift," you tried to say, but your wife took the bottle and looked at the gentleman again, confused, and nodded.
She decided everything for you. After the champagne, which she downed almost in one gulp, she was simply drunk.
She was laughing more and more and looking at the man with predatory eyes. She was licking her lips and adjusting her bra under her dress.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man give some signs to Veronica and go into the men's room. A few minutes later, Veronica said, "I'll just be a minute, honey," and got up from the table. In high-heeled sandals, she walked unsteadily, drunkenly, swaying her hips strongly and gracefully bending her arms at the elbows.
What would be your surprise if you saw that she went into the men's room.
You sat twirling a glass in your hands, while in the men's room a strange man lifted your wife's dress above the waist and caressed her between the legs with his hand, she moaned, drunken moans of desire escaped from her lips. It flowed heavily into her panties from the man's touch. Throwing her head back, she roared and ran her hand down the man's trousers, searching for something that would quench her thirst for sex.
Veronica jerked off a member with a pen, putting her pussy on his fingers. She squeezed his cock with a gentle hand, enjoying its firmness and firmness. Her cunt was flowing like a sponge, and his finger was already moving in it like clockwork.
– Fuck me – she whispered and turned her ass to the stranger. Fuck me soon. With her hands, she pressed someone else's muck's ass to her and felt his big cock enter her pussy. Veronica roared with pleasure and planted herself on the leather trunk.
He began to move her in it, furiously, deeply and sharply fucking your wife, With his hand he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed hard so that she almost suffocated and continued to fuck your wife right in the men's room without closing the booths.
At this time, you were bored and decided to go to the toilet while waiting for your wife. Opening the door, you immediately heard a woman moaning passion "probably some waitress use…" you thought and went into the booth to distinguish. Behind the wall, a man growled and fucked a chick. You looked down and saw a familiar pair of sandals under the partition.
– yes!!! Fuck me properly! I want you to cum inside me!!!
It was your drunken wife's voice. You looked in the next booth and saw this picture.
A big ass with someone else's man's balls moving against the background of your own wife. She stands like a crustacean, arching her back and exposing her ass to be fucked. Right in the men's room, your wife is planted up to the balls smothering her with her hands, she moans and asks for more. Her long, slender legs are spread wide so that you can fuck her well. Her dress is pulled up and rolled up high at the waist, and her G-string panties are just pushed to the side. A string of panties rubs against a man's big elastic lumpy cock as she fucks Veronica.
"Call me a whore, call me a whore, call me by my first name!"
The man began to growl and with pauses plant deeper into your wife.
"Yeah, fucker, do you like that?" You little bitch, do you like being fucked in the men's room?
– Yes, yes, yes, fuck me while my husband is waiting at the table.... I want you to continue.
– Well, wag your ass, show me how you like to feel a hot cock in your pussy.
Wernika reacted furiously to his words and began to rotate her ass under the man, she rested her thin hands on the side of the toilet, and the heels of her sandals lifted her ass high. So high that you can sit on a man's cock. She moaned and started to cum under him. Long and stormy. A drunken orgasm is as sparkling as champagne. You saw the trickles of heat roll down her legs, along the inside of her thighs… along the entire length from her thighs to her knees, these trickles flowed down her calves and onto her ankles, and she took off from the penis.
