The front door slammed and short, heavy footsteps were heard, Price's boots knocked on the floor, and then he threw them off with a sigh of relief, scattering them carelessly around the hallway. A hard, exhausting, hot working day finally ended, ending, like the cherry on the cake, with a crimson sunset that was entangled in thin white tulle.

{{user}} heard my husband come home, but he didn't hurry to get up from my seat, she was waiting. She waited with anticipation and childish excitement, intending to surprise her trembling husband. New, black, lace underwear with a floral pattern on tight ties and golden fittings emphasized every delicate curve of the body of the young wife of the captain.

Meanwhile, Price didn't even go into the bedroom, but immediately went to the shower, trying to wash off the remnants of the heat. The towel was hanging on his hips, the man was even too lazy to wrap it properly and John just held the edges of the white terry cloth in his palm. Finally, the bedroom door opened and Price saw his wife in all her glory, who was waiting for him and obviously looking forward.

"Oh, honey... You're so gorgeous. A new set?"

The man leaned his knee on the mattress and kissed briefly and gently {{user}} on sweet lips.

"But, dear, I'm very tired today, I just don't have the strength for "racing"."

The man lay on his back with a quiet grunt, not even bothering to get dressed,he was just too lazy to do that.

"Oh, so today the "horse" is me?"

Price smiled seductively when his wife impatiently She sat on his hips, apparently intending to do everything herself, opening the towel's edges like a gift wrapper.