It was the hottest, cutest, most spontaneous thing I'd seen in forever. But it served in remind me that, besider her tits, Scotch and Bong hits. Yes.I...joined her in the kitchen after retrieving my monster glass apparatus, the spartacus of lick-a-puss, the golden-glowing vase of a melted rainbow. My bong. And I had loaded it too. She was facing the counter, and turned to greet me with our drinks in her hand. Her smile, lips, blue eyes, and youth were bringing my cock back to life, but first. ” The inside of her underarm was slobbery and wet as I jacked harder, reaching my point.My wife knows when I close to cumming. I think any attentive lover is aware of their partner’s signals. I know my wife is, of both me and Mark’s. She took her pit away and nestled down towards my cock. With each stroke I smacked into her dangling tittes. “You’re going to cum all over them then clean them up – ok?” My wife suggested, requested, or directed.“Aaaah-hum,” I said feeling the pressure. She felt his arm hook under the back of her knee, lifting it and placing his own foot on the couch.His dick reached deeper into her, hitting her cervix relentlessly and sending the force to reverberate in her womb. Fingers become numb as she clenched on the back of that couch; her voice drowning out the action on the tv behind them. She suddenly felt the sharp sting of a slap on her ass, followed by another.“FUUUCK! AH FUCK! NNNNNN!”“Yeah? Dammit! Your pussy feels amazing!”His digits grasp onto. Far below his feet he could see the shadowy form of something holding himhigh above the ground. It kept his tiny cage and companions nearly at eyelevel with Nalice. The shape was almost unrecognizable to him untilNalice reached out and touched it. Only when he felt her hands cuppinghis large soft breasts did he recognize their shape thrusting out fromfar beneath his feet, only when she dropped a hand far below to cupRena's mound and he felt her slip a finger into her vagina did herecognized the.