Without noticing she had already pulled my cock out and was stroking it to the rhythm of her moaning. I switched nipples, and she changed her pace, no... rubbing my cock head against her pussy lips her moans became shorter and more frequent. My cock was jumping at the opportunity of penetrating her as I pulled away from her tits I kissed her. Our tongues began to dance as I felt her melt in my arms, my cock resting between her pussy lips as she rocked back and forth on it, coating it with her. I kept right on going. He got up on his knees and pulled off my pants. Thankfully they were lose because he didn't even try to unbutton them or anything. Then he went down on me. At least he did that semi well. It was not great, but better than anything he'd done up until then, and I was starting to get back into the mood again. Although he was a sloppy eater... When it finally came time to have "sex" he bounced around on top of me like a jack hammer and after about 2 minutes started yelling at. "Oh, don't apologize! I can't stand men who say 'I'm sorry' in that masculine, reserved tone. Just be quiet!"A pause ensued, a pause which Scarlet found rather awkward, but which Constance seemed not to notice at all as she stood contentedly gazing out over the bay. After a minute she walked to the rail and leaned over with her face looking down. Scarlet, looking at her, thought how it seemed impossible for her to assume an ungraceful attitude.The men of the crew stood about looking bewildered,. "Watching the scene I could stand it no longer. In front of the two lovers I took out my dick and began to masturbate in earnest. Hearing my wife say she wanted to be black impregnated put me over the top. I whacked off watching my white wife Anna clutching a black man tightly as they passionately fucked until at last I heard Antwan whoop and groan in orgasm. It was happening. A black man was shooting cum into my white wife's pussy and I masturbated to it thinking it the most sexing sight in.