“I want your dick in my pussy” she purred at me. My dick had gotten hard again from eating Sarina’s pussy and after lubing it a little with her ...pussy juices it slipped right in. I shoved it all the way to the hilt and just stood there for a minute. Her surprising tightness, warmth and silky-smooth skin felt so right at that moment. I lifted her petite frame in my chiseled arms as I stood straight, her lovely twat impaled on my shaft. Slowly she moved up and down on my cock. She increased her. " Carol had wandered into the dining room and had pulled out one of the oak chairs. She placed it in the middle of the room facing the north windows."Fine. I'm sorry. What do I owe you?" Paul wasn't going to win this argument. He had treated her like a piece of meat and knew that he had to apologize. He wanted to apologize."Sit on the chair and close your eyes." Carol had a look of pure lust. She wasn't angry with Paul anymore. He rarely apologized and he sounded very sincere. All she needed to. Chotu shown the picture and pulled Saira to the bed. He sat on the bed with a pillow on his back and Saira sat on her knees beside him .He wished to pull her mouth to his cock and get nice blow job. But he doesn’t want to “kill the duck who lays golden eggs”.He slowly slipped his shorts up to his knees .Saira observed his hard cock with a childish curiosity .she was seeing it for the first time standing hard pointing upwards. Chotu took Saira’s soft hands and kissed on her palms and slowly. I feigned sleep, so they just carried on with their exploring of my wife’s intimate parts. Pretty soon Trish was murmuring in her sleep. She was obviously responding to the finger fucking that the black guy was giving her. The white guy by this time was kneeling down and sucking on Trish’ tits. The black guy whispered something to the other guy and they both turned to look at me. Obviously thinking I was still asleep, the black guy took out his dick and climbed onto the couch between my wife’s.