– Come to me, hug me.

He hugged her, and in an instant, her elastic, silky skin, which was a pleasure to touch, felt such strong emotions, similar to a sudden migraine, that sleep passed that very minute.

She took his cock in a half-sleep and started milking it, hoping to get some liquid. She might not have been asleep, but she didn't lift her head, and it looked like she was masturbating his cock in her sleep, which had come to its senses.

– Love me,– she whispered.

He hugged her, leaned on top of her, but held on with his hands so as not to crush her with his weight, since he was quite heavy, but he was not fat, rather a dense man with a sporting past.

He took a dose of lubricant from the tube that was always on the nightstand next to the bed and smeared it on his head and labia, without inserting his fingers inside the vagina, thinking that the shaft would still smear along the wall.

He parted her slit, which was wet like a rose flower from dew, and very slowly began to insert it inside, he entered her like a piston moves along a cylinder, evenly and with a push, which ended when he reached the uterus, causing a little pain to Diana.

– Sorry.

– Everything is fine.

– Continue.

He kneaded her buttocks with one hand, touching her nipples with the other, carefully twisting them, pressing them and then massaging her breasts.

He turned her sideways and continued fucking her, now touching her buttocks with his groin, which sounded like thin applause after a play at the theater.

But the rhythm became faster, stronger and more intermittent, and in a moment he filled her vagina with sperm, which continued to flow out even after he lay on his back and Diana, spreading her legs, turned over on her back again.

She seemed not to wake up at all, but simply spread her legs, received a dose of sperm in her crotch and turned back over, but she did not open her eyes, that was for sure, although what she was thinking about at that moment, whether about the guys in the gym again or about Yana, remains unknown, but after each intercourse she often said:

– I love you.

This time there was silence, but whether she was dozing again or not, she moved the ring and middle fingers of her right hand and, having launched it into her vagina, also without opening her eyes, brought it to her nose, sniffing and licking the remains of the sperm that had gotten in. She threw off the blanket and lay down on her side, now in the light of the moon and street light from the window. They illuminated her figure, turning her into a silhouette of an acoustic guitar that had been forgotten on the bed.

She was facing away from her husband, so her prominent ass was on Jan's side, and in this position it looked even bigger.

She opened her eyes and stared for a long time at the far corner of the large bedroom, which was larger than the guest room. The tube of rema-lube cast a fairly large shadow on the wall, but that was more from the street lamp, which was apparently so lonely that it wanted to somehow attract attention to itself.

She, not having had an orgasm, wanted to have something resembling it, stretching her hands to her navel and below. She was more excited by her velvety and at the same time silky skin than by sex with her husband, and she certainly set a goal – to finish, to groan and have nervous convulsions, which only happens during intense satisfaction.

She climbed into the bedside chest of drawers on her side and with a precise movement of her hand took out a dildo, which was made of transparent silicone, but remembered that the lubricant remained on the nightstand on her husband's side, not wanting to climb over to his side, she wet the head with saliva and stuck it into her crotch and began to actively move it in different directions.