Her moans seemed to have gone on forever. She nearly tore off all the hairs on the back of my head. Her vagina was squeezing my dick, desperately tryi...ng to milk every last drop of my semen. I let my dick remain inside of her for a while before pulling it back out slowly and gently. I guess she did not want me to pull out because the moment I started pulling out, her waist started thrusting up engulfing my dick, swallowing it back into her.I looked into her eyes and smiled. I loved her doing. Emily continued. “Cindy, you wanted to fuck him, so get up here and see how long it takes for your pretty little pussy to make him cum. But don’t let him cum in you. I want to see it spurt.”Cindy climbed up over Bob and immediately sat down on his dick, facing away from him. She stayed in a squat, placing her hands on his thighs, allowing her to push up and down on his dick. Emily got behind her and readied herself for Bob’s orgasm. Cindy only got about five pumps before Bob indicated that he. But something was still jarring in my head. She finished off the look with black silk stockings on her long smooth legs, suspenders and garter belt, and really quite high black patent leather heels. It seemed unusual, but she also wore lace opera gloves. It wasn't until she moved the tray from in front of her that I realised she was not wearing any knickers - she was smooth, her pale mound shiny as if freshly shaved. Her inner lips were tucked in, presenting me with a beautiful rounded 'w'. She let him lie there until his breathing returned to normal before she spoke again. "Watching you has got me so fucking hot." Terry watched breathlessly as Megan's fingers to traced a line from between her breasts to the waistband of her panties. Upon reaching it she allowed her fingers to slip under the waistband and into her dripping wet pussy and she gave a tiny moan of pleasure. Terry couldn't believe how turned on he had gotten just watching Megan and the fact that his cock was rock hard.