Her eyes were heavy and hooded and she was moaning softly, I looked at my boyfriend and he I, I nodded ever so gently my acceptance for him to relieve...her of her sexual torment, 'Can you get me that cream in my toilet bag', and I got up as he said to my friend, 'I think you have just pulled a pubic hair out', and as I disappeared into his bathroom, I stopped and listened as she moaned louder and louder, he was fingering her and I knew how, I could see him as he did it with me, long slow but. She raised her hips to engage him and unite their bodies in love and pleasure. No guidance was necessary; no near misses were made. Their recoupling came as easy for them as two well-choreographed ballet dancers. The ensuing performance was passionate and intense as every move was synchronized to culminate in a climax of orgasms.She entrusted her body to his will, to his timing, to his bold and steady thrusts. He increased the speed and penetration as her cries of pleasure filled the room and. I could do that. And letting a guy lick my pussy or shoot cum all over my tits looked so good. All the different sex positions looked exciting. I thought my tits looked as big as the girls’ in the videos.Getting home, Fred and Kathy went into the bedroom and I expected to see Fred come out soon to watch Die Hard with me. But he didn’t come out. I went to their bedroom door and listened for a clue. I could hear Kathy moaning in a slow rhythm. Fred started talking to her which made Kathy. It was past caring. It didn't give two fucks how hot it was.Iva Whetsnatch was dripping with sweat such was the heat in her small apartment and the fact that the fucking air conditioner had shorted out days ago and the fact that she was bouncing up and down on Bumfelt's cock like it was an Olympic event and she was going for gold."Fuck me, Eddie, fuck me," she gasped, pumping her pelvis down in a rhythm. " Fuck me, baby."He did. If anything just to get her the fuck off him. It was hot. Too.