Coming back to this experience, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) my husband was traveling last year to Bangalore when suddenly the prime minister ...announced a lockdown. This separated me from my husband for a very long time. I was used to staying away from him for days but this time, it was a few months before we saw each other. Suddenly, I found myself very helpless and boring living alone as each day passed and it became even stricter in the upcoming days. Luckily, there was this. “You’re going to make me spunk my pants Miss”, I croak, and She replies “carry on!”Then my head jerks forward and I yelp as knobby pumps the first big gob of spunk through the front of my trousers, and I’m convulsing in time to the shots of spunk, giving pervy little cries of ecstasy as the glistening mounds well up and soak back in, soaking the front of my trousers. It’s right in the middle of this – a pervert pants-spunking in front of the Goddess who’s making him – that Miss Melanie kneels. Her virginal pussy was like a delicate and innocence flower, pink and wet inside. I took in her sweet and pure scent. Her pussy actually smelled good and I had to taste her. I pressed my face against her pussy and slowly ran my tongue along her clit. Licking and moved my tongue in and out of her tender flesh, sucking up her tasty nectar. My rock hard cock hardened even more thinking about how amazing it was going to feel when I fucked her. Alena lay helplessly on her back and stared at the. The room is luxuriously sensual and inviting. Large pillows are scattered about with silks, satins, and velvets of different colors and textures to excite the senses. The soft flames of candles and oils fill the air with exotic aromas. Moonlight pours in from the skylights above (are you getting hot with anticipation yet?).You enter and see me as I begin to peel off my dress. Underneath I am wearing a black lace and blue silk demi-bra from which my hard nipples are protruding for the touch of.