“They are both so beautiful like that” murmured Angela as she gasped to the feel of my fingers inside her. I followed her gaze to Chantelle who wa... on her knees before a Harley Street surgeon. She was gazing up into his eyes as she slowly wanked his cock for him. She would make a long, slow down stroke pulling his foreskin right back from the head so that it almost split at the joint and then she would ease her hands back along the shaft to finish the stroke with a swirl around the head. “It. Let me see her pussy.” The blonde needed no assistance. She spread her legs until she thought they would snap, offering Isabella’s husband the view he had requested. “Ah, what a lovely sight, so very pink and wet and so willing a lover she is. That pleases me. I think she enjoys your fingers, My Love. Please... lick her, let me watch you taste her pussy, Darling.” Isabella began to move down toward the blondes’, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake, never removing her fingers from the blonde’s. Wo us bikini me bahot sunder lag rathi thi. Maine uaski bra ke huk kholke bra uatar di. Uas ki chuchi eak dum gori thi aur nippal gulabi the. Mai uase chusne laga to wo siskiya bhar ne lagi. Phir maine uaski panty bhi uatar di to uaski bina balowali chut mere samne aa gai. Mai zat se niche zuk ke uaski chut chatne laga. Wo jor jor se siskariya bhar ne lagi aur muze kahane lagi ke muze bhi tumara chusna hai. Phir hum dono 69 ki position me aa gai.wo mera land under tak lele kar chus rathi thi. I struggled briefly – half-heartedly, but his lips nuzzled my neck so wonderfully. I just melted there and then in my doorway. He was like a man possessed. He was gone, groping me with such fervour and his breath – panting, as I was completely ravished. I felt for the bulge in his trousers as he turned his attention to my front bits. Firstly he squeezed my boobs and then cupped his hand over my little pubic mound, sliding his longest finger between the groove in my panties. I was so wet – so.