“You mean to tell meto fuck off.”Her meaty thighs were spread slightly and I realized I could see farup her mini, but tore my hungry eyes ...away to answer her question.“Yeah, that was my plan.”Again her legs spread even more. “I would have understood.” I beganto cough; I had caught a glimpse of her hairy beaver between her legs,and under the leather mini she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ofcourse I controlled myself and forced myself to look directly. Tyrone offered his hand. “Sunday afternoon. Deal?” Jenna shifted her sleek eyes from his hand to his face then back. Finally she took his hand, noticing how fair her skin looked against his ebony tones. It dawned on her that she had never actually touched Tyrone before. Her appreciation of his brute, raw energy spiked instantly. As they shook hands, he said, “This’ll be good, Jenna” With the slightest hesitancy he felt in her soft, pale hand, a deep hunger quickly manifested in his mind and. In real life, the sharing that took place next would have been less likely, but the illusionary boy-toys both cooperated to lift up the disheveled, luscious body of the woman between them, and pressed her against themselves. The long-haired one withdrew for a moment, while the black stud roughly speared her gaping, wet cunt with his 10 inches of ebony hardness.But the original penis, (of similar length) thrust into her from behind, as she was doubly penetrated by a male sandwich of synthesized. I was very aware of my scrotum as it rested on Russ’s tight sac, the thickness and hardness of his cock trapped against mine within her, the knob of my cock against his. My careful outward journey began, then inwards again, each time easier than the last. The silk glove like grasp of my wife’s cunt felt sensational, the slide along the underside of Russ’s cock just as sensational. Slowly my rhythm increased. The two of them began to respond to my movements. Their interlocked mouths became more.