Her eyes were half-closed and mouth open.He walked towards her, and it didn’t take him much time to understand what was happening under the table.�...Wanna join,” Amy said like a slut staring at his face. He immediately pulled a chair and sat beside Amy.Amy was in the middle and the two guys on either side. She moved her free hand and touched his crotch again. Within seconds he unzipped his pants, letting Amy hold it again in her soft hands.Dev was now rubbing her clit with his mid-finger. His. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "I sure do! You're beautiful!" "Why, thank you," she said, smiling. I looked into her blue eyes, which were made up exactly as I hadrequested. Big gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears under her long black hair. Then I felt the toe of her shoe caressing the back of my leg and I lookeddown at the other, which rested on the foot rail. What I saw was a red pump, but the pointed toe was covered with goldmetal. The lower half of the very high stiletto heel. Together their lungs struggled to absorb the salt-perfumed air, and his hands slipped beneath her and cupped her firm cheeks, lifting her up to meet his thrust. Their rhythm soon was perfect, as though they were partners born for each other. With each increasingly needy stroke, the ridge of his cockhead grazed her clitoris, and the sweet torture drove her quickly to the edge. Her orgasm soon crashed over her with the power of the incoming tide, her teeth bared in his shoulder as her long legs. Though I had asked him to show me his wife’s art of lovemaking, it now feels as if he and he only is on top of me –body upon body. Carefully, running his hands over me. Examining every curve. Every fold. He has overpowered my mind. All my thoughts are of he and I. I reach up with one hand, cupping the side of his face. He dips his mouth into the palm of my hand. He licks the fullness of my whole hand, licking each finger with such fervor that it feels like my hand will catch on fire. He guides.