Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

– Aren't you hot in your apron?– Jan asked, jokingly.

– This is so that you don’t accidentally scald your pussy,– she said, without looking up from setting the table.

– It looks very aromatic and delicious.

– And if you eat it, you'll like it even more.

Nadya took off her apron, and now she looked like who she really was. Her breasts very neatly decorated the entire upper part of her beautiful body. Her stomach seemed to stick to her back, it was so thin, and her narrow waist complemented the grace of her figure.

The thighs were well trained, it could not be hidden, and the crotch was separated from the inner thighs by a strip, which seemed to cling to the legs like hinges to the ass.

Her whole body expressed passion, sex, the smell of orgasm, and she understood it perfectly, investing in herself.

Breakfast, which was supposed to be dinner, revived Jan so much that his mood became so playful that he completely forgot what happened yesterday and imagined that this was his wife, that now, as soon as she gained strength, he would fuck her the way he wanted.

And looking at her graceful body, he wondered where to fuck her to bring both her and himself to the highest point of orgasm.

– Let's have a cup of coffee and go to the bedroom.

– OK, darling.

He finished his cup first and walked towards the bedroom.

– Have you forgotten anything?

He turned around and saw Nadya, who was sitting with one leg on a chair and caressing her labia.

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