big stutter

As the school holidays approached, the weather was getting hotter every day.

I hated having to wear clothes when I went out, so I asked Da stammer: "Do you think it's cooler for women to wear skirts?"

Big stammer asked me to try it, I gave him a slap, and he changed his words: "But... you can... wear it at home... wear it at home."

I'm better naked at home!

After that, I always felt that the way I stuttered and looked at me was not quite right.

There must be something premeditated, but I can't guess, and he hasn't said anything yet.

It doesn't matter, I'll find out sooner or later anyway.

But!What is the operation of not letting sleep?

I have been looking for him in the past few nights, and he always said, "Don't, I'm tired..."

Are you tired?Aren't you the one who pressed me three or four times last week?

He stuttered ruthlessly, he was either angry that I slapped him, or he cheated.

My slap was not heavy, and he didn't say anything after the slap.

There must be someone out there.

When I thought of this, I panicked all of a sudden, but Dignity told me that I must collect evidence secretly, then slap him a few times, and finally drive him out!

Thinking about it, I fucking cried.

I originally planned to sleep in a separate bed with him tonight, but after thinking about it, it's better not to startle the snake.

He is different tonight, he no longer hides in the corner, and he no longer puts on an appearance that he is afraid of being raped by me.

I still leaned on the bed and played with my mobile phone as usual, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, he said, "Sleep... sleep...."

I let him go to bed first, and continued to play on the phone by myself.

He really lay down and rubbed two fingers on my thigh and waist repeatedly. I was a little upset and aroused, but I still pretended nothing happened.

After a while, he got up halfway, put his arms around me, and acted softly: "Old...wife, do...do it?"

I glanced at him coldly: "What to do? You don't even do what I say, but I will do what you say?"

"Yes... I'm sorry... Well, I was... I was...waiting..."

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for my estrus period, you want me to get pregnant?" I was annoyed.

"Wh... what?" He was still shy, "If you... could... get pregnant, I... I would have... made you pregnant long ago."

I rolled my eyes: "Okay, let's do it." Even if he really cheated, it can be regarded as a good massager, and he won't leave it to the next one if he is drained!

I was about to reach out to get the oil and condoms from the bedside table, but my big stammer stopped me, I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at me, hesitated to speak, my face was flushed, those who didn't know thought I was playing a virgin.

"What are you doing?"

"Can...can...can't you wear...skirts...skirts?"

"Huh?" I didn't respond for a moment.

"skirt."

Now I know: "You want me to wear women's clothing? You have been waiting for this for a few days?"

"Well, today... just... just arrived today."

I said, today I took a courier to cover it up. I thought it was some evidence of infidelity, and I searched for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it at all.

"Honey, okay... okay...well? Buy... all... all of them."

"Okay." It's fine if you don't have an affair, but can it be a problem if you wear women's clothing?

Stuttering and grinning, he got out of bed, opened the closet, and took out an orange floral dress.

Good guy!Still low cut.

He walked towards me with a mean smile on his face, and I suddenly regretted a little: "This...can I really wear this?" I am a man with abs now, right?

"Wife wears...Ken...It must be...pretty good."

Under the stuttering expectant gaze, I undressed suspiciously and changed into the dress.

Don't tell me, at least it fits well.

I mocked myself and asked Big Stutter: "Does it look like King Kong Barbie?"

Da stammered and shook his head with satisfaction: "Like... like a princess."

I have black lines on my face, is he insulting the princess, or is he insulting my muscles?

The big stutter picked me up, I hung on him and kissed him, his hands were not honest, first he rubbed my buttocks through the thin fabric of the skirt, and then wanted to reach in and touch them directly.

But I guess he touched his underwear, and I felt him move his head back in displeasure.

His stuttering right hand got into the two layers of fabric in succession, and after touching it a few times, he was either unsatisfied or tired. He stopped kissing me and asked me to stand on the bed and take off my underwear.

Then I stood on the bed, bent down and kissed him with my head down, letting his hands rub my ass.

When I felt my ass was about to be touched by him, he said, "Lie down."

I obediently lay down in the middle of the bed, arched my legs, and lifted my skirt to my stomach.With a big stammer and a disgusted "um", I lifted up my skirt and neatly covered my thighs.

I wondered what he was doing when he climbed up my skirt and gave me a blowjob.

"Don't." I refused, isn't it too shameful?

I reached out to push his head, trying to stop him, but he pressed my hands on the bed instead.

I began to resign myself to enjoy it, it was shameful but undeniably very cool, and I often gave me a big stutter, so the blowjob was not bad.

After mouthing for a while, he lifted my thighs, lifted my butt, and licked my back hole.

When it was over, I asked, "Honey, is it...is it good?"

I gouged him out in embarrassment, and he was even happier.

He got off the bed and took the oil and condom, and entered me in the same position just now, and while fucking hard, he wrapped my dick with the hem of his skirt and licked it for me.

"Ah... um... ah... don't... ah... don't."

Back and forth pinching, I was so excited that I clutched my toes tightly, and my hands kept trying to push away the big stutter.Of course he didn't do what I wanted, but fucked harder.

"Old... my wife is so... so beautiful."

"Big stammer, you are shameless! Tomorrow I will let you wear a skirt and fuck me."

Stuttering and laughing heartlessly, after slowing down a few movements, a deep impact came, I screamed in pain, and shot on the skirt in a futile way.

"The skirt...the skirt is dirty...it's dirty." He said as he lifted the skirt up to my abdominal muscles, the part that was stained with semen was on it, and I didn't feel the cold.

"Why don't you cum?"

"I've saved...very...for a long time."

He reapplied a little lube and leaned over to pull the skirt down on my chest as he fucked and started sucking my nipples.

"Uh...um...you...you slow down."

I hugged my stuttered back tightly with both hands, trying to scratch him a few times, but in the end I was still reluctant.

The big stutter sucked enough, turned me over and entered me from behind.

He patted my buttocks and said, "It's so...so puffy, so tender...tender, so white, so...beautiful." He added, "Red...red is more...more beautiful."

As he spoke, he slapped my buttocks twice.

I'm thinking, I won't feel guilty for stuttering in the future, his grandma's are all found on the bed!

I don't like piggybacks very much, let him fuck for a while and then push him to change positions.

This time I rode him.

He watched me move and straighten the skirt little by little.

The cunt was completely covered by the beautiful skirt, I gave up my shame and moved wantonly.

With a big stammer supporting my waist, the flowers trembled from laughter, I slowed down, thinking that if he dared to say that my waist is thin, I would sit on his dick.

Fortunately, he did not say.

I got tired and let him move on, he felt like he was going to cum so he laid me down on the bed.

"Ah ... haha ​​..." Da Jieba came out of my body a few more times. All the semen shot a little on my neck and chest, and the skirt was also stained.

There is a lot of semen and it is very thick. It can be seen that the amount has been accumulated for several days.

I said, "The skirt is dirty."

"No... it's okay, there's still... more."

I turned around and grabbed his ear: "Have you changed your gender? Are you going to like women?"

Da stammered and yelped a few times in pain, and hugged me sideways, "How...how...is it possible? It's my old...wife wearing a...skirt...the skirt is too...pretty...look at it."

Okay, so be it.

If my mother has an extra daughter, it must be the big stutter!