After a few minutes of your dinner, the waiter came over with a bottle of pink champagne

"It's from that gentleman over there, Lady Veronica. he pointed to the man she'd flirted with so obscenely.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, we can't accept this gift," you tried to say, but your wife took the bottle and looked at the gentleman again, confused, and nodded.

She decided everything for you. After the champagne, which she downed almost in one gulp, she was simply drunk.

She was laughing more and more and looking at the man with predatory eyes. She was licking her lips and adjusting her bra under her dress.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man give some signs to Veronica and go into the men's room. A few minutes later, Veronica said, "I'll just be a minute, honey," and got up from the table. In high-heeled sandals, she walked unsteadily, drunkenly, swaying her hips strongly and gracefully bending her arms at the elbows.

What would be your surprise if you saw that she went into the men's room.

You sat twirling a glass in your hands, while in the men's room a strange man lifted your wife's dress above the waist and caressed her between the legs with his hand, she moaned, drunken moans of desire escaped from her lips. It flowed heavily into her panties from the man's touch. Throwing her head back, she roared and ran her hand down the man's trousers, searching for something that would quench her thirst for sex.

Veronica jerked off a member with a pen, putting her pussy on his fingers. She squeezed his cock with a gentle hand, enjoying its firmness and firmness. Her cunt was flowing like a sponge, and his finger was already moving in it like clockwork.

– Fuck me – she whispered and turned her ass to the stranger. Fuck me soon. With her hands, she pressed someone else's muck's ass to her and felt his big cock enter her pussy. Veronica roared with pleasure and planted herself on the leather trunk.

He began to move her in it, furiously, deeply and sharply fucking your wife, With his hand he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed hard so that she almost suffocated and continued to fuck your wife right in the men's room without closing the booths.

At this time, you were bored and decided to go to the toilet while waiting for your wife. Opening the door, you immediately heard a woman moaning passion "probably some waitress use…" you thought and went into the booth to distinguish. Behind the wall, a man growled and fucked a chick. You looked down and saw a familiar pair of sandals under the partition.

– yes!!! Fuck me properly! I want you to cum inside me!!!

It was your drunken wife's voice. You looked in the next booth and saw this picture.

A big ass with someone else's man's balls moving against the background of your own wife. She stands like a crustacean, arching her back and exposing her ass to be fucked. Right in the men's room, your wife is planted up to the balls smothering her with her hands, she moans and asks for more. Her long, slender legs are spread wide so that you can fuck her well. Her dress is pulled up and rolled up high at the waist, and her G-string panties are just pushed to the side. A string of panties rubs against a man's big elastic lumpy cock as she fucks Veronica.

"Call me a whore, call me a whore, call me by my first name!"

The man began to growl and with pauses plant deeper into your wife.

"Yeah, fucker, do you like that?" You little bitch, do you like being fucked in the men's room?

– Yes, yes, yes, fuck me while my husband is waiting at the table.... I want you to continue.