Frustrated Wife Fucks The Neighbor

Yeah, yeah, oh yes I’m coming! Marcel squeezed his juice into her cunt. He kissed her on the neck and whispered: “Oh baby you were so good, I love you. He rolled off her, turned his back to her and fell asleep. Yes, it was great for you, as always, she thought slightly bitterly.

I’m barely warm before it’s all over. If I even hint that we should have more sex and try other things, you’re already offended. Sandra was frustrated. As she often was after sleeping with her husband.

The higher up the ladder he climbed, the worse the sex got. Not that it was all that loveless, he just stopped paying attention to what she wanted. She took longer to get hot, so hot that it only took a few thrusts for her to shake.

It used to be different. Marcel consumes me like his food these days, it occurred to her.

Sitting down and stuffing his face is what he used to eat. As a vice partner in a well-known law firm, he is constantly stressed, in a hurry and hectic. He transferred this behavior to his family, eating habits and sex. Everything had to happen quickly.

As soon as she touched his cock, it was already hard. If she jerked him off just a little, he was already dripping. If he penetrated her, it was all over after a few thrusts (she looked at her watch and saw that the whole act had taken 25 seconds). He’s not interested in me at all, she thought bitterly.

She fingered herself a little, often stroking herself to climax afterwards. Today was the first hot summer day of the year. She lifted the comforter. She was hot.

A balmy summer breeze blew through the open balcony door.

She got up to smoke her cigarette of frustration on the balcony. With the cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth, she looked for a light. When a small glow from a match flared up next to her, she was startled. The neighbor was standing on his balcony, just an arm’s length away.

Oh, thank you, she said kindly. Can’t you sleep either? He meant something like that. He looked at Sandra with pleasure. Only now did she notice that she wasn’t wearing anything apart from the transparent negligee.

Not even a pair of panties. She hoped that the darkness would cover her nakedness. However, the bright moonlight made her appear much more attractive and mysterious. They were both smoking their cigarettes, separated only by a not-too-high flower trellis.

Peter looked unabashedly at Sandra’s cleavage. Tell me, sweetie, are you always so frustrated after sex? How do you know she started stuttering?

Well, the walls of this apartment block are not very thick and when the balcony door is open, you can hear a lot. Well, I can’t confirm that at all, she replied. Well, Peter said, since the little one was born, we’ve only been doing manual labor, if you know what I mean.

Shh… Sonja might be able to hear you, Sandra told him. Our little Tim has a cough and Sonja is sleeping with him in the nursery tonight, once again. The moonlight now revealed Peter’s well-built body. Was it her horniness that made him seem so attractive, or was it really him? Peter inadvertently touched her arm.

He began to kiss her carefully. First his hand, then his mouth moved further and further up to her neck. There he sucked himself away for a few moments. A soft sigh escaped Sandra’s throat.
She realized how wet she was getting and how her pussy juice was running down her legs. Then their lips met.

Before Sandra knew it, Peter had lifted her over the banister with his strong arms and carried her into his bedroom. He kissed away all of Sandra’s concerns. My goodness, you’re still firm, after two children you still have such a firm figure.

Peter traced her figure with his excited hands. He carefully worked his way from her neck down to her dripping, wet and twitching pussy. She still smelled of the other man, which only turned him on even more. She moaned lustfully under his rapid tongue movements.

Her hands dug into his full head of hair. If I’m not careful, she thought, I’ll come immediately. She withdrew from him and took his love stick. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked him straight in the eye.

Her delicate hands jerked his cock and gently kneaded his testicles. Then she licked his glans and ran her tongue down to his testicles. She sucked on his already bulging sac with her lips.

A deep, satisfied and excited moan escaped Peter’s throat. Sandra quietly warned him, otherwise we’ll be heard, I where did he laugh, your husband snores like 10 Russians and Sonja is at the back of the house and can only hear the little one.

They quickly concentrated on each other again. Sandra’s tongue snaked under Peter’s foreskin. There she circled his wet, dripping glans with quick movements. Peter began to twitch.

He thrust his cock deep into her mouth and began to fuck. Oh no, he thought, I don’t want to come yet. I want her to come first. He tried to think of something else.

About his boss, no, too much of a turn-off, I’ll never get it up again, the root canal last week, oh my goodness! the fat newspaper woman, oh my most sacred thing I have. What is she doing to me? I can’t even distract myself anymore. I’m about to squirt, he feared. Her lips were now trying to suck out everything Peter carried in his gold bags.