Their names are Chip and Ryan, and they couldn’t get enough of staring at our big tits. They didn’t look that wealthy, but we still asked for and ...ot fifteen hundred each to fuck them. We sucked their nine and eight-inch cocks to get them hard, and they fucked us, before resting up and switching partners to fuck us again.They loved it when we cleaned their cocks, but we didn’t clean our pussies that time. We wanted to save up the cum treat for our husbands to eat, even if they didn’t realize. I adjusted my breathing to his thrusts.I heard him moan ever so slightly as he started to fuck my mouth faster and harder. He held my head in place and all I could do was breathe with each thrust and clench my fists. I wanted him to come so bad. I needed the taste he had to offer, I needed the drink I hungrily desired. I wanted him to hurry as I felt my own muscles contract as the walls of my pussy tightened and relaxed in readiness for my own pleasure.I felt his body drive my head into the. Interestingly as I stood making the cake in just pink panties, stockingsand heels with my small breasts exposed and the men working in the livingroom I again felt completely like a woman. So, somehow, in this madness Iwas where I had always belonged and wanted. I know it's probably hard foryou to even imagine the feeling I was having. For most of you runningaway would be your option. But, at this moment I realized I had run awayfrom a conventional boring existence and had arrived here.So. Don't you think” . “a… yes ...now you will say hottie as well.” “so .”. (Smiling) “dont misunderstand. You are a hottie”. “Oh that’s nice. lucky you are.. sista is not listening”. She came close towards me, place her one hand on my shoulder and said “I have my one Saree here. Give me that”. Her hand made me warm. I leaned forward and started searching.. I couldn't find.. she pinched me & said in naughty voice “what jiju.. give me my Saree…..” .”It feels me like she is demanding my dick ”. I.