I'm lifting my pussy up and down on your shaft. My pussy juices are making a mess on your balls, you don't seem to mind. I reach behind me to stroke...your balls as I begin to grind on you. Your nicely trimmed fur feels so good on my clit. I grind harder to rub my wetness all over you. As I go to lift your head over my g spot again, you tell to sit on your face. I ablige and twist around to have your cock in my mouth. I lick my juice from your cock as your tongue slides deep into my wet. WHEN SHE IS MERE INCHES AWAY FROM MY WAITING MOUTH.. CLOSE ENOUGH I CAN FEEL THE HEAT OF HER SKIN.. SHE UTTERS ONE WORD & ONE WORD ONLY, EAT. I LIFT MY HEAD SO THAT I CAN REACH THE PRIZE SO TANTALIZINGLY CLOSE, FIRST I SUCK DEEPLY, DRAWING AS MUCH OF HER MOUND/LIPS INTO MY MOUTH AS POSSIBLE, MORE FORE MY PLEASURE THAN HERS AT THIS POINT.. JUST TO INSTANTLY SATE MY BURNING DESIRE TO TASTE HER.. I DRAW BACK, ONLY FAR ENOUGH THAT I CAN USE MY LIPS & TONGUE TO SPREAD HER OPEN.. HER JUICES TASTE SO. They sat together in a booth, i was across from them, kept dropping things on the floor, when i reach down to retrieve what was dropped, both of them would spread their legs so i got a good view of my blonde, shaved, wifes pantiless pussy, and carols neatly trimmed brunette pussy, she was wearing one of the wifes crotchless thongs. all too soon it was time to leave, carol decides to drive, we were in the back seat, wife (jenny) is rubbing my cock through my jeans, i had my fingers probing. ‘Where is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine.’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking.’ He smiled again. ‘I think you know why I asked you to dance, Heather.’ ‘No, I’m sure I don’t, your Grace. Perhaps you could elaborate.’ ‘Darling Heather, I have heard of your escapades with the male sex.’ Heather paled. ‘Whatever you have.