I slipped a finger inside her and a moan escaped her lips."You going to lick my little pink cunt?" she asked.I responded by kissing her inner thighs, ...trailing my tongue over her soft, warm skin. Her hand found my head and she ran her fingers through my hair. I lifted her legs over my head and kissed her shaved cunt. She was wet and the taste sent a shiver down my body to my cock.I began to harden.The doorbell rang and my wife gasped.I pulled away from my wife with a smile and held up a hand. I. This swing featured little stirrups for your legs and arm holds. Feeling especially horney just thinking about getting into it and not being able to move as one of his guest drained his balls, Rob decided to get in and see how it felt. Stripping down he got into the swing with his fully erect cock facing the garage, and found that he still had too much mobility. He got down, and decided to try and get in with his well-toned ass facing out towards his guests. As he was putting in his legs, they. She was happy, and comfortable, as if permanently held between worlds, the pleasant lassitude as one is about to claimed by sleep, or in those few, alert, seconds after waking, when the day seems bright and new, before one's problems flow into consciousness like a breaking wave.She had no problems now.As she drifted on light pleasure, she had no will to move a muscle, looking forward to the next time she would be taken, looking back on the last with nostalgia.It would start soon.Full awareness. I look down at your hair, so perfectly coifed, your neckline, beautiful and smooth, the pearl necklace, white as snow against your skin. Every inch of my body that is touching you is singing with incredible energy and I fight to stay standing as a swoon washes over me. Somehow your energy is intoxicating me, your taste, smell and feel just highlighting each sensation. I reach for the zipper on your dress and pull it quickly down your back exposing the skin. You hum your encouragement and grind.