In the evening, combing her hair in front of the mirror in a transparent chemise, she persuaded herself to be patient and affectionate with her husband, who loves her so much. He sat down in the pillows and laughingly asked her to do a striptease, she jokingly twirled in front of him. He pulled her onto his lap, facing him, pulled her chemise over her head, and lowered his arms to her breasts. Squeezing them, he licked the nipples, pulled them into his mouth one at a time and sucked. Then he pushed her backward, lifted her legs onto his shoulders. After kissing all the fingers, he spread them wide. Massaging her thighs, he put his hands on her crotch and looked at her questioningly. She tried to hide her fear and smiled trustingly. He kneaded and stretched her lower lips for a while, then inserted 4 fingers into her one at a time and at first carefully, then more vigorously pushed into her. He touched her clitoris with his thumb, pressing lightly. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding back with all her might. That's why I didn't notice how he got down and started oral sex. His tongue moved aggressively and persistently, without stopping, licking her wetness. Getting on his knees, he turned her over, exhausted on her stomach and, lifting her ass, entered her. His fingers dug firmly into her thighs, his penis, entering to all possible depths, hit the inner barrier – the uterus. He held her back as she tried to pull away to reduce the depth of penetration. Thrusting his hand forward, he pressed hard on her clitoris and shuddered on top of her, screaming. Falling on his side, he carried her away too.