His prick bucking as he tenses the muscles to prevent himself peeing. Her hands move between the crease of his bum where she cheekily massages the tig...t crinkled hole of his sphincter with a soapy finger, applying just enough pressure for the ball of her finger to nestle in to the opening. Again his solid manhood bucks at the sensations she is creating.She slowly draws her soapy hands round his hips, stepping away from him to release his rampant manhood from between them. She gently encircles. I had never seen her do that before, and it was so hot. "No strings attached, huh?" She wasn't looking at me… her eyes were transfixed on the men in front of me. I looked back at the man and gave him a smile.He answered by slipping his mouth over my penis and holding it there. I felt his tongue swirling around the head. His thumb began to play with the skin below my sack again. He slowly lifted his head off the end of my penis, a long line of saliva trailing between his bottom lip and the. With Alan it was deliciously true. Thank God he was very considerate with it.He must have seen me flinch when I opened his fly. He was only half way up, but the pole that swayed in front of me was already both taller and fatter than any I had ever seen. Including my Russian maestro."Kiss it, please," he murmured. And I did.When he had at last worked it into my cunt, I thought I had died. Yes, and gone to heaven, as they say. In my memories the afternoon was one solid orgasm.I had to avoid poor. “Not gonna turn the exhaust fan on?” she asked me as our bathroom began to steam up.“Not this time, now get in the shower!” I said to herShe stepped in slowly, and kept her eye on me as I got in behind her, the steam rising up all around up. I turned the shower head on and looked back at her.“Lean up against the wall” I ordered her as I turned the shower head to pulse“Oh, you gonna clean my dirty pussy?” she asked meI smiled at her and aimed the shower head at her pussy“Oh god, yes. That feels.