The joy of feeling something Inever thought I would have the opportunity to feel in this lifetime. Mypussy was being parted and the feeling was beyond... what I had dared to dream.I could feel every vein and delicious, bumpy imperfection as it sliddeeper and deeper. The heat and sensation from my vagina increasing until Ifeared I would pass out.As she slid herself back and forth, her penis and Lycra rubbed against myclitoris. Her mouth wrapped around my own, and then hungrily sought mybreasts. The. I tried to hold it back, if only so nothing would pull me away from that moment and the incredible way Eric felt ramming into me, but I couldn’t stop it. My back bowed, my eyes squeezed shut, my pussy clenched, and my nails clawed into the sheets beneath me looking for something to hold onto as I cried out in orgasm.My scream wasn’t very loud, but Eric still clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound further in his mostly quiet bedroom.When I finally came down from my spectacular. ”Ansh took her on his shoulder and pushed into the shower. He brought out an edible massage gel and after shower rubbed all over Nisu body, and her pussy. He just sat down and brought his tongue near Nisu and bit the clitoris. He ate it with the gel for 20 minutes.Before Nisu could even feel any senses she was leaking with juices from inside her pussy. Nisu held his hairs and dragged him more inside her pussy. Then tied again to the rod fixed in the bathroom. Now took out some lube and applied. I was filled with excitement and anticipation after a phone call from my boyfriend last night. Dave asked me if I would go for a ride on his bike. I eagerly consented as it had been years since I was last on a motorcycle and I deeply missed riding behind a man. I had a thing for bad boys and motorcycles, there was still something about them that I found to be erotic, and apparently, at thirty-eight I still do.I cannot wait for our day to start and I got up early to be ready when Dave arrived. I.