You pause as we meet, our mouths finally meeting, tongues pressing hard into one another. You slowly draw back, allowing the head to slide out, then ...ush back in. Your hands slide over my body, caressing my breasts. I lose control a little, hands sliding around your body, pulling you closer, feeling filled. I whisper in your ear what I want you to do but you shake your head. It’s not time yet. Your pace increases, pumping in and out of me, fingers now stroking my clit as your cock slides in. Seema aunty boli ab hum tino ek saath maja lege lekin main Swati aunti ki choot me land ghusa kar jor jor aage pichhe karane laga . Swati aunty chilla rahi thi ki fad isko king fad do isko king fad do isko bahut dino se iska khyal nahi kiya kisi ne aur aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aur jor aur jor rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr seeeeeeeeeee ssseeeeee ui maaaaaaaa mai jor dar bambai thap laga raha tha swati aunty jab pani chhodi to usame land dev ko pura bhigo diya.ispar main thap lagana jari rakha aur aunty puri. I envied Don's ability to produce an orgasm in my wife. I also wanted to taste her cum.Suzy jumped up with a devious smile and said, "Now, its your turn, Don."She maneuvered him to a sitting position on the couch. Suzy marveled at the king size bulge in Don's shorts as she knelt down between his legs. She rubbed Don's cock through his shorts and it twitched and grew some more.Suzy reached for the waistband of Don's shorts and said, "Lets give that fellow some room to grow."She slowly pulled. She bounced so much that I lost my balance and fell onto the bed with her on top of me. “Whoa shit Jerry, I don't weight that much,” Tracy said. “You made me lose my balance you pain in the ass,” I replied. We switched to me being on top of her, I leaned down and kissed her once. I began thrusting my cock into her deep. She had no choice but to moan a little, missionary position was always her weakness. She loved anal sex, but missionary was her absolute favorite. I could never figure that out.