I pulled her into a laundry room ✓

I dragged her by her hand downstairs into a laundry room. Small chance my lovely wife finds us here and I somehow always enjoyed the ambience.

She was in casual clothes, so I just pulled the jumper together with t-shirt over her head. Then after almost falling when crouching pulled down her pants, together with panties.
She undid the bra herself - probably to afraid of me snapping the hooks (in her defense it did happen in the past).

I took a step back to admire her physique.

Standing at around 170cm she was quite tall. Her silhouette was proportional, and she was just a pleasure to look at ... if you liked women with bit of meat on the bones. She was plump, but in all good places. Soft to touch, soft to kiss. Perfect to kneed, which is of course what I proceeded to do ... kiss her lips, and kneed her tits.

Taking off my clothes took a bit more effort, but was ultimately successful.

I wasn't that hard yet (It's the **** I swear). So I pulled her hair down. She fell down on her knees with a whimper, then reluctantly started sucking on my cock.

Nadia didn't have much of a technique ... or enthusiasm but her warm breath, and soft lips did what they were supposed to do - made me hard.

I pulled her up and put her on the drier so I wouldn't need to lift her up. Spread her legs wide before hugging her tight and entering her with one swift motion.

At least that was the plan, stupid cunt was dry as a sand paper, and my dick got stuck at the entrance.

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