Mai uske gaal er kis karne hi wala tha k usne muh meri terf kr diya or maine uske lips pr kiss karne lagaa meri kissing me usne b mera sath diya or mi...ne fir uske boobs press karne suru kr diye uske top k uper se usne b mere vo b mast ho kar mere baalo me haath ferneLagi or fig maine uskaa tp uper kiya to dekha usne pink colour ki net wali bra daal rakhi hai ye dekh k mai pagal ho gya or bra k uper se hi usne mume chusne laga usne b apne ek hath se mera land pakr liya or dabane lagi or boli fir. .so i get contacted by a guy asking me if i wanted to fuck his wife, sure i love to fuck married women they always seem to be desperate.after seeing pics of this woman i didn't think id be able to do it, i mean fuck she was ugly absolute disgrace of a woman, fat and folds of skin hanging over her waist band, tits that nearly touch the floor, either this girl was born really unlucky or she is a well used piece of meat i decide to go with the latter i mean yeah shes ugly but shes a prime piece of. Jolt! the feeling shot through her stronger than she had felt the other times as his tongue, that wonderful tongue, licked the flesh at the top of her left inside leg, right inside the join where it met the inner side of her left hip. Whhoooshhh! Her breath escaped in a rush as the gut wrenching feeling in her stomach gripped her in a sexually induced cramp. He took no notice. The tongue licked the same spot again and this time her hips rose involuntarily to meet it. But he was experienced. It. Oh God… Aliceafelt a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted to moveaway. She wanted to flee. But she wasn’t fucking, shewasn’t fucking… She was guarded by his swim trunks andher panties. She wasn’t fucking… But the erotic flush was still enough for her body toinstinctively push back and onto his cock. “Ohh!” she gasped as he mashed her against themachine, dropping the iced tea. His hands started caressingher hips and sides, pushing.