She was wearing a skirt which is well above her knees. Salma’s legs suggested that she had well shaped thighs and tight bums inside her skirt. That ...ay she was wearing a pink shirt and a white skirt and the damsel was looking attractive. As she entered the shop Victor was amazed at look at this girl, and he started eating her up by his eyes. “Could you please help me find some Art related books” asked she. “Oho sure” gasped Victor, “go to that left rack next to that table”. She walked towards. Then she would moan again. When I cupped her pussy with my right hand, stroking her with my fingers, she jumped, then settled onto it and groaned. She pulled my head up until I faced her and whispered, "Go slow. No one but Peter has touched me there in three years." That gave me a jolt and it must have shown because she threw her head back and laughed saying, "Peter is my vibrator. No man has touched me since my divorce." All I could do was stand there and look at her. What an incredible thing. Her sweet voice encouraged me to go as deep as possible though I couldn’t reach far with just my tongue. Even though I explored as much as possible trying to not leave any place without presence of my tongue. When I visited every place in her pussy I took of my clothes to show her my body and my erect penis, even foreskin peeled off on its own. Still I wanted to play some more with her sweet spot but this time with my fingers. I knew that one won’t be enough so I used 2 to penetrate her. Sperm spilled out over her red lips as she slowly drooled my load. Long strings of jizz ran and dripped off her lips and chin down the front of her onto her tits as she masturbated. She was putting on a nasty show, acting like a cum loving slut as she turned her head from side to side, letting it drool and drip all over her big tits and nipples. When her mouth was empty she licked her sperm sticky lips and looked back up at me saying, “I LOVE YOUR SPERM.”. I watched as Teresa held out her cum.