"Why won't you let your husband have what he is entitled to?"Victoria tried to explain that her husband was horrible about it, just looming over her a...d pushing her legs apart and trying to put his thing in her. The priest explained to her that this was normal, it was the wife's duty to open her legs and let her husband enjoy his rights. Victoria could hardly explain to this pious and otherworldly man that she had spent a rapturous six months having sex with a lady teacher in that finishing. He watched her fur move as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a gloss reflection as it caught the light, inspected the patterns of tiger strip like shapes on her coat. She worked her way down his chest (not that he had enough to constitute a hairy chest, let alone a furry one), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his right, her tongue wrapping around each finger, enjoying the lingering taste of her own juices on him.Tom was embarrassed as he couldn’t remember. Martin sat behind his desk and Donna sat facing him, he asked her the usual questions of an interview and she answered them well.As Martin relaxed in his leather chair Donna put one leg up on his desk, revealing an upskirt picture to Martin, who was married himself. He looked and smiled. Getting up from his chair he came round to where Donna was sitting, stood in front of her and she smiled at him, taking her foot off his desk he moved to be directly in front of her.She moved her legs either. .. just a little more and I’m gonna cum all over your face ... that’s it ... that’s good ... now get your tongue deep inside momma’s pussy.” As soon as I mentioned “momma” I felt his searching tongue probe even deeper into my steaming cunt. “Oh fuck ... yeah ... that’s it ... nice and deep ... momma likes that ... oh fuck ... OOOOOOOOOOOHHH,” I let out a low growl as his probing tongue triggered an orgasm deep inside me. I held tight to the headboard and rolled my twitching hips against his.