Jennifer’s pussy was wet, I could smell her arousal fill the room, and still she rubbed against the base of his cock. My wife was shaking, close t... orgasm, as she continued stimulating her clit against Joe’s cock. Joe warned her again that he was going to cum, and she begged him quietly for just a moment more. She was close, so close to orgasm. Her moans quickened as she started to jerk her hips against Joe. “Oh god, oh god, so close, so close...!” Jennifer was half standing in Joe’s lap,. Her mouth was totally over my pussy now her tongue buried deep inside me and me ohhhh Journal I was actually fucking her tongue. Her fingers played with my clit all these emotions I just laid there drunk yet on fire and then this feeling as though my heart was going to stop. Inside I could feel my orgasm starting but it built up like the sea against a dam and suddenly released. I could hear someone shouting, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” then I realised it was me. Suddenly her finger was. .. contemptuous... Maryon let herself be thrilled by the sight of his black hands working in her hair, contrasting her creamy-white nakedness as seen in the mirror to his shiny darkness. Flirting with him, she cupped her breasts and raised them toward the glass, curving her back in, herself admiring the way she neatly tapered into the tight waist. "Don't you like them, Wes?" she asked his reflection, fluttering her long fair lashes over her big blue eyes.He paused, and settled his strong hands. ." Oh." Oh, indeed. Come on Rob. You don't want me to change my mind, do you?" The twinkle was in full force, backed up by a smile that should be patented."I don't think so, if you mean what I think you do." I do." Yeah? Wouldn't a cab be quicker then?" She laughed happily, and dragged me along the street.It took us about thirty minutes to get back to her room, both of us chattering as normal on one level, and both nervous as hell on another. You see, while we hadn't done anything more than.