I squirmed and tried to move myself away from it. He fucked me with it so hard I thought he’d do some damage to me. In and out, it’s straight ed...ges catching on me, hurting me. His face was a picture of pleasure, wickedness, and lust. “Please stop” I cried, “Just a few moments ago, you liked it you horny little bitch!” he snapped at me, and he was right, just now when he had been French kissing my pussy I hadn’t been complaining at all. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, he rolled it. When she had taken the Mac off, Carlo had seen that the short-sleeved jacket was really a bolero, without lapels, and wide cut at it'sdeep bustline, showing only a fairly flimsy lace edged chemise below.Her generous and tanned cleavage, hinting at an expensively fittedbrassiere, showed at the slightest movement, for anyone who cared tolook. Her slender arms, unadorned, save an understated stainless steelRolex on her left wrist, and wedding and engagement rings on the samehand, were tanned and. She kissed me. Told me that it was great, but we needed to get dressed so that her husband could fuck my lady.We go dressed and went into the living room. To find my future wife making out with her husband and he had her blouse open rubbing her tits. They looked at us and my wife stood up and said now it our turn as she led the guy into the bedroom. As she past me she kissed me on lips, said that she was really hot listening to me and the young lady fucking. And I had the taste of pussy on. She started exploring all corners of my mouth,when I caught her tongue and started sucking it. She went weak in the knees and almost collapsed. Without breaking the kiss, took out my rock hard tool.She asked Monica to move little and tried to straddle me.It was not possible.She turned the otherway with her back to me,lifted saree and sat on my lap.“Insert properly dear, I can not manage” She told Monica and leaned on the backrest of front seat.Sophia’s pussy was like a flowing river.Monica held.