I reached out to embrace her, but she shivered and pushed me away. Had I misunderstood? She said, “Those wet clothes have to go, let me.” And with...that she reached out and took the bottom of my sweatshirt, and pulled it up and over my head. It occurred to me that I had watched her do that to her sweatshirt just a few minutes ago. Then, she knelt down, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and unceremoniously pulled down the jeans and boxers. And just like that, my hard cock was exposed to. I do love a hands free orgasm. Lovely strong pleasure and instant wetness . It seems to be more intense and last longer if it’s hands free, I wonder if any of you experience the same? . I am ok I have black trousers on and even if it soaks through it won’t show too much. I don’t care it was great. Never had so much pleasure without moving! That was nice, a Christmas wet patch.another day, another gallery or rather two this eve. Put a lot of pics of hot matures on and that got me hard, been. She poured wine for Mira and Elena then, without saying anything, left the room. I turned my attention to Elena. The red head had worn a long, black dress when we arrived but now she was in a dark blue dress that was entirely open below the waist. Her strapon had gone and her triangle of neatly trimmed, flame red hair glittered in the soft light. Elena moved close to Mira and they kissed passionately. When the kiss ended, Elena sat in another of the chairs and Mira came to me. She stroked my. She brushed my hymen on her way to licking up to my clit. She caressed my bud. She flicked my nub, teasing it with her tongue.“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, kneading Rita’s rump while Courtney swirled her tongue around my clit. “Mmm, that’s going to make me cum.”“Good!” she moaned, her eyes bright.Her lips nibbled up and down my pussy, sucking on my labia. Then her tongue caressed me. Her nose rubbed against my clit as the pleasure rippled through my body. I squirmed on my bed, such wicked rapture.