In the dark, I savored her legs with every other sense I had: as I caressed her legs with my cheeks and kissed her knees, I could smell the faint salt...y, a****l smell of her sweat. Licking her thigh, I could smell the funk of her vagina, which was dripping freely with sexual moisture. Crushing my face into her bristly trimmed but not shaved bush, rubbing her hair with my cheeks, there was a faint odor of lingering urine from her trip to the bathroom. Licking the outer edges of her pussy lips,. The teen was rimming the ginger while the blonde ate her pussy and the tomboy let her suck from her bosom.Suffice it to say that Heather, a recent widow with three kids, was rather undersexed at the moment, and the scene in front of her made her extremely wet indeed. Her late husband Chester had committed suicide when he learned of his low CAP score, not wishing to wait until he had considered all factors. He turned out to have been bipolar and undiagnosed, hence his low score, and the. When we entered they threw her on there bed, riped off her clothes an started shoving there fingers up her pussy and twisted her nipples till they got hard and red. One of the black guys got in my face an told me to sit down and watch how a slut was suppose to get fucked. Then he bent down and told me that they were going to **** her any way they wanted, an all i could do was nod. All three of them got undressed, there were three of the biggest cocks you ever saw. the smallest one must have. ” He was breathless and sweaty before we’d even started properly and my chair was whining with every movement as we started pushing against each other. I flexed my pussy as I drove down on Rob’s cock. “Mmmm, that feels wonderful,” he muttered thickly. I needed to be in control since the walls of my pussy were complaining. Yes, there was discomfort but it was increasingly overshadowed by the forbidden pleasure building up inside me as the sweat broke out on my body. The chair started making.