If not, it’s not,” I tell her, forcing a smile on my face.She sighs in relief and tells me, “Good idea, let’s not torture ourselves with that....��“And what do you think you are doing with my dick? Isn’t it torture?” I ask her, smirking at her, starting to feel her magic working again on me.“This is just a consolation prize for all the days you had to wait for me,” she replies.As I was to respond, she moves down over me and engulfs my dick with her mouth. I let out a soft moan at her sudden move.. Her arms lay stretched out to each side and her legs were spread wide apart, almost obscenely, revealing lots of pink bits between the tops of her thighs. As he reached the side of the bed, John could see Martin’s semen leaking from her cunt lips onto the sheet. John unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor in a pool around his feet. He stepped out of them while unbuttoning his shirt. Deborah heard the sounds of his clothing coming off and opened her eyes, turning her head to look. Then his mouth was on hers. His tongue pushing between her lips. She cried out against his mouth when his hardness pushed into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as she struggled to hold him closer, his body was pushing her deeper into the bed as his hips ground against her. He was deep inside her, as far as she could go.She was gasping for breath, as her body fought to hold him. She tightened around him and pulled her mouth free."Oh god." Tony moaned, and pressed passionate kisses against. She adjusted herself and lifted her right leg high up. I could see Asif holding it up as he tried to gain access to her wet pussy. She reached out and guided him in. He pushed into her and was deep inside her upto his cum sacs. She twisted her leg to pull him in further. After they had settled down to a good position to carry on, she turned towards me and lifting her breast, thrust her nipple back into my mouth.She said, “Mera doodh piyo, Gopal. Tumhare liye bacha ke rakha hai”(Drink my milk.