Flicking up your back lightly until I reach your neck. I run my tounge over the shell of your ear and hear your breathing quicken.Turning you over, I... continue to massage your head with my thumbs and your ear and neck with my lips. Turning my attentions to your face, your eyes are closed so I lightly sprinkle kisses over your face, running my tounge along your lips. Your tounge meets mine briefly and then I move lower. My hands rubbing your shoulders and chest, my tounge flicking your hard. It did get my ass high enough for Jon’s cock to be even with my boihole. I watched as he looked down and guided his man missile at my target. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks and the tip of his cock made contact with my boipussy hole. I involuntarily jerked when it made contact. Jon laughed. “Get ready sweet cheeks, here it comes”, with that he plunged his dick into me. I gasped as it penetrated me. It slid into my freshly lubed tunnel with ease. “Oh gawd,” I gasped. As my knees buckled. First get these cummy panties off me." Hubby said "that's no problem," and complied. I told him "that's not all. Put them on." At first he tried to object. "But they're covered in Tim's cum." I responded "I know that. It's going to get all over your balls, now do it." He complied. I took my bra off and told him to put that on as well. He did as he was told like a good little boy. "Now," I said "fuck Tim's cum the rest of the way into my pussy." He did. Girls if you have never felt the sensation. The urge to just stare at him is overpowering, so I don't fight it; instead, I decide to play with it, and I prop one elbow on the table, rest my chin on it, and lock my green eyes on him, devouring his features with my gaze.I'll give him credit; he ignores me with great fortitude for several long minutes. I just stare and stare, and ignore Mom's snicker when she puts our plates in front of us. Finally, as he's salting his eggs (ew), he stops, salt shaker in one hand, and looks up at me."You.