Kezza doesn't get to the pub very often, but there's something about it that brings him home horny as hell. This night was one of those rare nights wh...n he’d had a few beers after work. I've heard of the condition called "Brewers Droop" but Kezza seems to suffer from the opposite. I call it a "Fosters Fat". Whenever he's had a few drinks he can usually root for hours which, of course, suits me just fine!The feel of his hot cock sliding down my throat as his finger slid into my pussy at the same. Aur hum dono log jaldi jaldi chudai karne lage.Mujhe wo ladka jaldi jaldi chod raha tha. Aur main ush ladke se chudwa rahi thi. Mujhe bhi ush ladke se chudwane me maja aane laga. Aur main bhi apni chut ko ush ladke se chudwane lagi. Aur wo mujhe chod raha tha. Aur meri chuchi ko daba raha tha. Aur hum dono log chudai karne ke bad jhad gaye uske bad hum dono log ek dusre ko kiss kiye. Aur apne apne kapdke pahan kar party me chale gaye. Meri saheli mujhse puchi ki chudwane me kaisa laga. Aur main. The feel of her silken mouth and slightly rougher tongue working their way over my cock had me breaking out in a sweat. The fact that we were at my place of work, where nothing even slightly sexual ever happened - to me at least - made it all the more exciting. I fought to hold off, knowing it was a losing battle. My wife is incredibly skilled in the art of fellatio, and she was using all of that skill as she knelt under my desk. I was of two minds: one utterly focused on the wet hot suction of. He turned their bodies without loosing touch and backed her to the edge of the bed. She felt the mattress press against the backs of her legs. His strong arms held her, kept her from falling, and he eased her down slowly, following her until she was sitting and he was kneeling between her legs. His hands moved to her legs, stroking the silky nylon from her thighs down to her feet, then slowly traveling back up. He didn't stop at her waist. His hands made their way up her sides, stroking her.