Chapter 1

Not only stars can shine -- black holes can, too. Don’t believe it? Then look at Omar’s face.

Like lightning, he lights up the room with his rapture while Annette takes him in her mouth. He holds her by the hair, hard, like a hook holds a caught fish, and works his hips, driving his taut flesh between her lips.

And under the blanket, her husband -- suspecting nothing -- is pleasuring the wife who is betraying him. He licks her so diligently that her whole body jerks in little impulses, and she moans softly.

“Mm, mm, mm!”

Annette doesn’t restrain herself, because she understands: better to drown everything out with moans than to let Yuri hear the wet sounds of this sudden, vigorous oral sex with the immigrant.

“Double oral,” she said the filthy words to herself -- like something out of porn -- and suddenly felt a flood of arousal pounding inside her, unstoppable. Annette, who only recently didn’t come down from her inner heights and could barely make out the physical world from up there, is now giving oral sex to two men at once. That’s one more than the number of her husbands.

It was all so unexpected for the yogini that she went into shock and reacted in a way utterly unlike herself, losing control completely. The vulgarity, the lowness, the sheer physiology of it drugged her and drove her mad. That’s how the sober become drunk.

Years of yoga and meditation proved powerless against the darkness crashing down on Annette and the hormones playing their game inside her body. A dirty, old, worthless immigrant could get what he wanted through cunning and devilishly bold, shameless tricks.

... His cock pushes in again and again into the intimate zone of her mouth. The big penis fills it, gathers her saliva, leaves its stamp on her taste buds. He wants to go deeper -- but how? He’s too big. When the head presses into her throat, the yogini scratches at his leg with her fingernails, reminding him she can’t make a sound, and if he forces a throat-fuck she’ll inevitably cough.

The old man uses her mouth fast; with the rocking of his hips, his heavy balls swing in the air by Annette’s face. The nerves of the beauty taking a huge cock into her mouth snap one after another, like piano strings. The old man’s taste is cloying -- and the smell, concentrated. It will be impossible to forget.

“With this mouth I’m going to kiss my husband?” the thought flashes through Annette’s head.

Yuri, meanwhile, is busy with her pussy. He isn’t thrilled about it; he’d wanted a blowjob, or at least sex, and instead he’s just servicing his wife.

“Why is she so selfish???” he thought, working his tongue. “Is it my fault? Did I spoil her so much she only thinks about her own pleasure? ... Still -- she’s insanely sensitive today. I didn’t know she could be in such ecstasy from cunnilingus!”

Annette really was trembling all over and moaning from deep in her belly. The blanket had slipped off her chest, opening Omar’s view of that intimate zone -- but Annette didn’t think about it. Emotions flooded her, and fighting them was already pointless. At least while that big cock was in her mouth.