I smiled to him once as our eyes met. His features were obviously Slavic and I was instantly enticed. To some French is a turn on. In my case, to hear...a man speak Russian or Estonian, even three seats away in a subway train, sends shivers all over my skin. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always had Slavic classmates. Yet this fascination has never faded and these men. So, I reached under her ass with my right hand and pulled her hips out of the water bringing her pussy to the surface. She propped herself up with her elbows and spread her legs to where one was hanging out of the tub, giving me access to her pussy. I took my left hand and parted her outer lips and dove my tongue straight into her slit lapping her pussy with fast strokes. This sent Amanda into orbit. She was bucking her hips as her moans turned to screams. She was banging the back of her head. .my nutsack almost disappeared up inside me. The water was that cold, and my prick shriveled and almost vanished. Not wanting to lose my cock, I grasped it before it disappeared and began to stroke it, hoping to make it larger again and warmer. Almost immediately it began to feel better and my pussy-pricker responded by growing to an impressive length and as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar, so I began pleasuring it with one hand while, as most females say they do, playing with my nipples, which. She straddled his body with her legs, her huge heavy tits over his face. He grasped them hard his lips clamping over one dripping nipple. His interest switched the other and drew from it more of her sweet milk. At her urging he allowed her to move lower as his fingers almost cruelly sand deep into her tit flesh only to spray her milk over his chest and then down to his belly. She wanted more and moved lower so her white tit juices covered his cock and balls.