I played with his balls while I licked his dickhead like an ice-cream cone. With the tip of my tongue, I circled the underside of the glands, then fli...ked it across the top before I pulled the slit open and fucked it with my tongue.I could feel the orgasm rushing through his cock before George emptied his cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and then closed my mouth over his dick. I could feel the last spurts hitting the back of my mouth.I flopped on my back but my recovery was. He found he had to take a couple of steps. He stretched for them, trying to put more of himself behind the canvas he did have.As quick as he could, he placed the larger canvas over the smaller.Edda winced, "I have not sprayed it with a fixative, yet."When Carl checked on the smaller canvas, he finally realized what was on it. On its way face towards the column, Edda saw that it had indeed been smudged; but it wasn't as bad as it could've been.+++Edda held up the jeans, while Carl inched. I moaned and his hand covered my mouth, saying "We have to be quiet. Momma will hear us." And the deep fucking began.For at least 30 minutes that beautiful man fucked me in every possible position: on my stomach, on my back, on my side and standing atop of me, with me holding my ass up in the air, driving that big black dick down home. The "old wive's tail" is that dancers are the best sex of all and I tried to make that come true for him. His kisses also kept driving me near the edge. I could. I was astounded that I wasn’t feeling like I was about to cum again, must have been that first nut. Typically, when my wife drains my dick with her mouth, I’m out of commission for at least an hour.“Slap my ass! Slap my ass! Oh, fuck!”I didn’t even take a second to think and was instantly punishing her ass cheeks, red lines outlining my fingers' impact. This only continued for maybe another five minutes before she screamed out,“Yes, yes, fucking God yes!”She swirled her hips around on my lap.