Erica had never let him finger her or God forbid eat her pussy and she certainly never made love with the enthusiasm she did tonight. She rarely orgas...ed and when she did it was subdued, not the all-encompassing, back bending cums he had seen tonight, and four times that was unheard of, but a dream come true. He didn’t know what happened, but the spectacular body that held his wife had come alive and had wanted him to eat her and make love to her in ways he’d only imagined. He looked down at. From what I had known Akansha would have been dripping. I got a confirmation of the same when he took his fingers out and licked the same. Asif got wilder knowing that she was turned on to the core. He slipped his fingers again and took out and sucked his fingers again. He couldn’t control any further as he stopped and turned Akansha around and made her sit on the kitchen slab. She had her boobs still covered but her panty gone; her eyes closed; her pussy dripping and her legs stretched.. She continued her exploration into the world of control when she told me, ‘make your dick hard, I’m not done with it.’ I guess she wanted to make sure it got hard quickly because she sat up, grabbed my right leg and pulled me towards her left side. Unaware of what she wanted, I pulled my head up and looked at her. Big mistake, her right hand caught my hair again and shoved my mouth down to her crotch, ‘don’t stop’ she said. My lower half was now just within reach of her left hand and she began. You'll be able to look into his eyes and see him for what he is—a pervert, a control freak, a collector, an abuser. The kind who likes to catch butterflies and pin them while they're still alive, then put them on display for the world to see. Mr. Hughes' hand presses into Talia's skin, just beneath her breast. His fingers skim over her ribs, then move lower down her stomach, past her navel, stopping just centimeters away from her panty line. "Even here?" But for now… for now you're young. For.