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Anatoly had been fucking Katya for a long time.
They had a good time, especially on Fridays, when Anatoly got drunk and his erection haunted Katya’s pussy.
But this Saturday, at about five in the morning, Anatoly woke up from a fever and the fact that his dick was standing like a stake.
It was not just an erection. It was a stone. Ebony stick.
I drank a lot of alcohol yesterday.
Katya slept quietly next to her. Anatoly leaned over her and gently kissed her neck.
With both hands, he grabbed her hips and moved her towards him.
On the table next to the bed there was a violet with coconut oil.
Anatoly dipped two fingers into the oil and lubricated Katina’s ass.
Surprisingly, Katya did not wake up from Anatoly’s manipulations.
He pointed his penis at her anus and, holding her hips, entered her.
Katya took a deep breath, like people being pumped out after they have drowned.
It wasn’t a breath of air. This is a mixture of pain, misunderstanding and powerlessness.
Anatoly entered Katya’s ass like clockwork.
How good it was to dip hot metal into the girl’s steamy ass.
And the fact that Katya was sleeping gave a special piquancy to what was happening.
Anatoly tore Katya’s ass like an animal.
Katya moaned and sobbed a little.
When Anatoly finished in her ass, he did not pull out his penis. He almost immediately fell asleep.
The erection was so strong that even after Anatoly finished, the penis did not lose its elasticity.
After probably half an hour, Anatoly woke up. His hands were on her hips.
How he felt relieved when he realized that his dick was still in Katya’s ass.
He started fucking Katya’s ass again.
This time the sensations were different.
Whether it was the fact that he had already finished in her ass or the fact that his dick had been in her ass for more than an hour,
but there was a feeling that her ass had become softer and his dick was entering her like clockwork .
This time Katya moaned differently. From her moans one could understand that she liked the way Anatoly fucked her ass.
She made almost the same moans as if he was fucking her in the pussy.
He finished her full ass one more time.
And this time the orgasm was so strong that Katya screamed in pain because his penis went in so deep and tensed so much that Katya felt pain. But I must say that she liked this pain. This was the pain of a victim of domestic violence.
That morning, Anatoly prepared breakfast for Katya. These were hard-boiled quail eggs neatly placed on a plate with thinly sliced ​​mozzarella pieces. Little balls of pleasure with Japanese mayonnaise in violet. And coffee, and of course coffee, in a small Cappuccino mug.
Katya could not understand her feelings.
She was a little offended and at the same time happy.