Ravi ne mujhse poonchha to mene kha ki meri undies dry nahi thi to ma ki pehen li.Usne kha okUske bad hum peene or dance karne lage.Kyonki me apni car... se party me gayi thi or loutte samay ravi ki car kharab ho gayi to wo bola mere sath car me chalega.Kyonki me horny thi mene usse kha ki tu mere ghar me ruk ja.Ravi mere sath ghar me aa gaya.Mom so rahi thi mene doosri key se darwaza khola or apne room me aagyiKyonki me nahi chahti thi ki bat leak ho mene use seduce karne ki sochi.Me-ravi ye. Kim’s look of discomfort faded gradually as she held the position, the plug loosening her bumhole.Ginge tapped on the door and walked in, looking astonished at the sight of my wife bent over the bed in lingerie with a sex toy up her arse. He wordlessly handed some cash to Danielle and Kim turned round and helped him out if his clothes. His scrawny, pasty-white frame seemed wholly inadequate to support a totally disproportionate prick. It must’ve been seven inches on the slack, and it seemed to. I felt her orgasm start from deep inside her heat. Her breaths became shorter. I felt her contracting rhythmically and she bucked like a bitch under her mate. My penis was stabbing her in the cervix. Her cries became gasps. I was on the edge of a strong orgasm but her tightness prevented me from thrusting. She held me at the point of insanity until I heard her utter faintly with her head rolled back, "Is this how it feels too... Uhnnnnnn fuuuuuk! Fuck Fuck Orrrrrrrrrrg. Oh shit ooohh is it?". There is a faint hint of her “shower fresh” deodorant, it is all but gone, yet I can still detect it. Once in awhile if her lovers thrust are great enough to make her breast flop, I can smell her breasts. The aroma from under them is amazing. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy as the wafts of air created by her lovers thrusts hit my face. The room is filled with pheromones; hers, his and mine. There is a faint smell of whiskey and beer on our breaths. His cologne and sweat are almost.