Those tasted sweeter than any I had ever tasted before. I split her lips with the tip of my tongue, delving into the smooth entrance to her hole. Whe...n I did, even more wetness slipped out into my mouth. Form there I traveled up to her clit, flicking it back and forth, making her squirm. She started bucking her hips up into my face, rubbing her whole cunt along my nose and chin, allowing my tongue to dive into her tight little hole along the way. I decided to tease her a little, and I pulled. Mei jab bhi Meera ko piche chhe pakad ke pyar karata to mei uske boobs ke barabar niche hath dalake boobs ko upar ki aur halaka sa press karata jisse uske boobs upar uthate aur mei uske gale me mera muh pichhe ki aur se aage dal deta jis se uske boobs ki darar saf dikhati aur fir mei bathroom me jake muth marta. Muje uski gaand aur Chut chatne ke khayal aate rahte. Raat me mei kabhi kabhi Meera ke boobs daba leta tha lekin usko pata na chale is tarah.Lekin mei ye sab karane me darata tha ki. I met a woman on the web a couple of months ago. She was lookingfor a trophy husband. Well, in fact she was looking for a boy-wife. Somebody who could support her in her career. On theoutside an intelligent, articulate and handsome husband whocould attend reunions without causing her embarrassment.While her domination over him in public were only detectable bythe trained observer, the situation at home changeddramatically. There he was supposed to be her slave, her sissyfrench maid, always keen. Neither Kurt nor I talked much as we got the drinks and glasses. I think we were both working things over in our heads about how the evening was unfolding, and we were anxious to keep things going. When we got to the beach, Jen and Alexia called to us from the small table on our dock. It was incredibly dark as a few clouds had blown in and covered the moon and most of the stars. We poured some drinks and kept going where we had left off at the bar, everyone relaxing and enjoying the time with.