For the first time I felt an interest in the golden rain at that moment when, during classical sex, my wife rushed into the toilet, and I experienced an overwhelming desire for her to do it right in bed. My wife reacted to my request with horror, but after a while she even found it an interesting experience.
The most memorable time took place in the hotel room, where we went on the occasion of the wedding anniversary. It was not like the stories of someone being forced to drink urine, to lick the toilet or something like that. Everything was a little less tough, but I still remember with a burning erection.
The wife then dressed up as a maid. You know, such a frank outfit from a sex shop with a short lace skirt and top, from which the chest falls out. Curls curls, made a bright make-up - in a word, prepared!
The script we talked in advance, so that without surprises and misunderstandings. Having settled in the room, I retired to the bathroom, completely undressed and waited for my wife, lying in a huge jacuzzi.
After 20 minutes, not my Masha entered the lavatory. That is, formally, it was she, but I never saw her like that. The high hairpin, sticking out of the skirt of the stockings on the lace elastic, lecherous makeup with red lips and languid with languishing gaze - that waved for courage, I did not even doubt.
- Room cleaning! - Mary sang.
I pretended that I was greatly surprised at her cheeky invasion, and minted that I did not need any cleaning.
“But I think it's very dirty here,” his wife narrowed, approaching the bathroom.
I pretended to step back, climbed out of the water and shouting that I’ll call for the administrator, headed for the room. My wife abruptly caught up with me in a narrow corridor, spun her shoulders and squeezed the eggs in her hands. I grimaced in pain and sat down on the floor — there was no such thing in our script.
Further more. The spouse took off her shoes, methodically rolled up her stockings on her legs, climbed with bare feet back onto the studs and forcefully drove me across the face.
I screamed and yelled:
- Mash, are you normal at all? Do not overdo it!
But my wife did not listen to me. Sitting on my back, my wife cramped me into a supine position and squatted right above my face. Having pulled her skirt all the way to the abdomen, Masha bared her smooth pussy in front of me and spread her sexual lips with her hand.
- You have a dirty face. This will have to be corrected - the spouse hissed arrogantly and without any shame began to urinate directly at me.
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The story of how to taste the urine of his wife will not work. She fell into her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, squirted on her hair and flowed over her shoulders. From surprise, I just screamed and choked on a stream that flooded my whole mouth. My wife in a maid costume looked with pleasure at my reaction and did not give me even a little opportunity to escape.
My legs were shaken by convulsions caused by over-excitement and banal agitation. Even a member after a long erection of opal - I concentrated on only one thing - the humiliation spreading all over my face, and an incredible sense of relaxation. Yes, yes - it is relaxation - real, indescribable ecstasy.
We repeated this experience later and more than once. My wife began to stir up stories about how I want to lick and drink her urine, and seeing my genuine reaction, she ends violently, teasing the clitoris, immediately after lowering her hot cocktail into my mouth.