. And fucking him hard, really hard now. He's lying on his back and she's sitting up on him riding him fast. His cock deep in her wet, sopping cunt. A...nd yes... she's wearing those white, silky knickers. They're slick with her juice, and her hands are deep in them frigging her clit. The knickers that I bought her and the first time I see her wearing them, I'm watching some other guys cock disappear up in them and into my wife’s cunt as they fuck each other. She's moaning really quickly, she's. Once she sees the first bra coming off she begins to pull the sweater up, revealing her solid body a little barrel-like - and a pair of soft tits held by a flimsy white bra.Gwyneth’s boobs are the first to feel fresh air her unclipping the bra behind her back, and letting it fall off them. She’s confident about her chest - firm and round, perhaps fake, but not cheap bolt-ons like Charley’s. She gives her nipples a quick pinch, just to make sure they look their best.Panning around the others, we. She was beautiful. Her young flawless skin, pale in the sunlight. She was as dainty as a ballerina, and dressed in the thinnest of gossamer. Her slender lithesome body outlined beneath but not visible. Almost childlike and yet not so. She was ageless, and moved with the grace of a fairy. She may have been twenty, maybe thirty, more even, I couldn't tell. Her hair was short and dark and her sparkling blue eyes matched exactly the shimmering blue of her dress. I was captivated by her, unable to. Ann felt her boss’s erection sliding into her, and kept her eyes closed. The sooner this was over with, the better she’d like it. Mr. Lewis began rocking his hips, lashing his cock around inside her. Ann looked down at him, saw how red his face was, and began rocking her hips, too. Maybe she could help hurry the end along. She kept moving her middle, rocking it, twisting it. She heard Mr. Lewis’s breath grow ragged and knew her actions were having the effect she wanted them to. Mr. Lewis.