They will hear you when I stick my meat up your ass. I bend over onto the table and he sticks a finger in and then smells it..... and then makes me sm...ell it. Now whispering he says do you smell that on my finger it's cum, who fuckin you Mark or Paul. I was almost crying I said both. He got close to my ear and said me too. With that his cock started to invade my ass stretching like never before. He kept whispering in my ear, I'm almost in, you are going to really like this, I have never. It seemed he was having trouble controlling himself too. She wanted him to pleasure her. She didn’t want to do it herself. Oh Damn it!, she thought and hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, and she cried out in relish as she felt his thigh between her legs. She clenched his thigh tightly, and arched her body into his by instinct. She was so wet on his thigh, but she couldn’t conjure up the care for it. She lost all inhibition. He didn’t seem to care either… He was moaning, a. She was still lost in the euphoria of her orgasm. I laid on top of her and spread her legs and slowly pushed my cock into the folds of her pussy. She was so tight I really had to push hard. But she spread her thighs wider and then raised her legs and wrapped them around me to pull me in deeper. I started a slow steady motion going back and forth in her pussy but she wanted me to go faster. “bhaiya, harder, please, go faster… yes… like that oh yes BHAI!!” Her payal (silver anklets), jingled on. She pulled her hands back from him, lifting her shirt off her head and grinning as he leaned back, lips parted, breathes heavy as he stared at her beauty.He’d never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an instant, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her shirt off over her head she felt his lips against the full swell of her breasts, kissing and exploring, his face pressing into the softness her breasts offered, his hands lower, caressing over the round softness of her stomach, his.