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Misaki finally gave herself up, floating along the flow of love, her husband's lips kissed her chaotically. Finally the blonde turned the girl's head to himself, looking into her bottomless eyes: they were like sweet wild honey, darkened and aged. Her cheeks were like two ripe apples, their crimson color passed over her nose, making the brunette look intoxicating, and her lips ... Cherry lipstick was slightly smeared, giving her the appearance that she was convulsively kissing, and their plumpness only reinforced this.
Takumi couldn't stand it and bent down, scorching the sensual lips with his breath. The girl instinctively closed her eyelids, and their lips touched in a sweet dance. Despite the fact that this was not the first time they did it, every time it caused a flutter in their chests. Slightly pressing on the lower lip of his wife, he asked for permission to enter. She gave in, opening her mouth slightly and letting the blonde's tongue in, letting him intertwine with her own. She was always confused by this kind of kiss, it was wet and very passionate, and clearly did not suit such a modest woman like her. So it was as if he heard her thoughts, quietly grinning at her lips, recoiling from them, he kissed her again, but not as before, but only kissed her lightly and immediately moved on to other areas of her skin.
His lips left the barely blooming pink flowers of kisses. They moved over the face of his breathless wife, passing from her forehead to her nose, from her eyelids to her cheeks, and ended again on her lips. The man's chest was burning, his blood was hot and bubbling, his hands were pressing his wife's waist closer and closer to him. He rubbed his nose a little against her nose, calming down a little and regaining his composure, hesitating a little, he felt that a certain part of his body was still naked, and they were not in a very comfortable position:
- Misaki, can you please lie down in the middle, so it will be more convenient for you, - the brunette nodded and climbed onto the bed. Tucking the pillow under her, she leaned back on her hands, leaning her elbows and settling herself more comfortably. Takumi began to take off his extra clothes. At the moment when he took off his shirt, the girl involuntarily stared, but as soon as the blonde noticed this, he immediately began to flirt with her. Grinning and running his tongue over his lips, he began to take off his remaining clothes more slowly, playing with chiseled muscles, to which, in response, the girl blushed, turning away to the side. Laughing, the young man climbed up to his beloved, leaning near her on his side. Misaki slightly squeezed her eyes shut, looking at her completely naked husband was still awkward for her, especially at the lower part of his rugged body…
- Are you embarrassed, my maid, mmm? By the way, it's me who's naked here, not you, and it's me who needs to be embarrassed - the blond man said, slightly puffing out his cheeks, irritating and distracting his wife. Without leaving her time to be indignant, Takumi stopped her naughty mouth with a kiss, reigniting the slightly faded desire in both of them. The bedroom was filled with quiet moans and sighs from kisses. The bed fortunately did not creak, and did not betray their actions to someone standing behind their door and it was good that Takumi thought of locking the door from the inside in advance.
An idea flashed through the head of the perverted blonde, but would Misaki agree to such a thing?
Glancing at his wife, he was convinced that she was already ready: her eyes were darkened and clouded with love and desire, her breathing became slow and heavy, her lips were parted with a slightly protruding crimson tongue out. In his head, he inadvertently imagined what those plump, hot lips could do together with a deft tongue. The man swallowed hard, trying to drive the bright images that had arisen from his head. Now there was another goal, to first allow his wife to experience all her pleasures. By her tight dress between her thighs, he perfectly understood what a not very pleasant state the brunette was in, but she never complained about it. Placing his palm on her thigh, the blonde slowly stroked it in order to let Misaki get used to his actions. Without meeting any resistance from her, his hand moved further, lifting the thin fabric of the dress, and revealing a view of the girl's panties. Without hesitating, the man slipped his fingers under the edges of the underwear, pulled it carefully down, and immediately threw it back toward his clothes on the couch. Deciding that the brunette would look much more seductive in stockings and a dress, he proceeded to the next part of his plan, the most difficult. It would be necessary to persuade his beloved to his plan:
- Misa-chan, do you want to switch places with me, huh? - The girl's eyes began to clear, driving away the veil passion, but her excited mind had not yet come to its senses, not fully understanding what her husband wanted to convey to her:
- In what way… Switch? - with a heavy breath, the brunette asked, her insinuating voice stirring up more dirty thoughts in the blonde.
- Well, I mean, do you want to be on top? - The husband asked again a little more confidently, looking at how his wife's cheeks turned purple to the point of impossibility, and her eyebrows arched either because of indignation, or because of anger, or both.
- Wh-what?! You're a fucking pervert, how did you even come up with such a thing? Yes, how..., - not having had time to properly reprimand him, her husband interrupted her:
- Mrs. Usui," the official address immediately silenced the brunette with amazement, at the moment I completely disagree with the way you addressed me. Yes, I want you to be on me, and so that I can freely look at your face, so that I can follow your feelings, your mood, and just so that I can see you completely…
Misaki immediately felt embarrassed in front of him. Yes, she generally understood him, but... she was always ashamed and felt unpleasant when she imagined it in her head that he saw her like this, during… Such actions, and here, not just face to face, but on top of it! Swallowing, she looked at her husband again, the silence pressed down on them with its weight, only the beating of their hearts knocked them out of their thoughts. Exhaling, she nodded silently, standing up, she climbed very awkwardly on her husband, sitting on his naked skin and touching her heated intimate place. Misaki shuddered, and Takumi growled softly. Without hesitating, his hands grabbed his wife by the hips, and forced her to move as close as possible to his face. Not understanding what he was doing, the brunette did not even have time to realize what had happened, as her feminine nature was at the mercy of the lips of a grinning blonde.
The brunette's head was spinning from the surging, contradictory emotions: anger and love, excitement and passion, embarrassment and wild desire. Takumi's tongue slowly slid over the rose petals, seductively exuding an exciting aroma, collecting the accumulated moisture. The girl's hips tensed and trembled, as if not to fall from the pleasant sensations. Leaning now on the side of the bed, Misaki tried as best she could to simultaneously resist and focus on the pleasant sensations. Strong arms wrapped around her legs, providing support. Her husband seemed to know everything in advance, because at the moment when he dived into her hot narrowness, her legs failed her and she almost collapsed, if not for Takumi. One hand slipped and Misaki grabbed the man's shock of silky hair, involuntarily pulling him closer, which caused him to hiss, but did not say anything. Loosening her strong grip, Misaki, as if apologizing, buried her fingers in his hair, combing and stroking it. His tongue continued to caress her in response, causing involuntary sighs. The excitement in her lower abdomen grew, the muscles contracted more and more, and the moisture flowed down her thighs, soiling her stockings. Despite the seemingly complete immersion in pleasure, the girl was still tense, which was clear from the taut and hard, like steel muscles of her legs. Heavy sighs, a strongly fluttering heart in her chest, a slow breath, the blonde seemed to feel all her irritation. His fingers ran along the brunette's body with a gentle movement, stroking and melting the tension with his heat, trying to somehow calm her, if not with words, then with actions. The hand of his wife, who had previously leaned against the wall, trying to keep her balance, slipped onto the caressing palm of her husband, taking it in her own and intertwining her fingers, leaning slightly on it. This gesture gave Takumi a signal that something was clearly wrong.