Charles fondled Michele’s buttocks and the material of her gown slid effortlessly across her plump rear, her satin dress slithering against her silk...panties. The sounds of rustling of silk and satin, and the smacking of lips and slurping tongues and the smells of perfume and the musky smell of sexual arousal filled the air.Stephen Mortlock was watching intently and had taken out his penis; slowly improving the erection that stood out proudly from the flies of his trousers.Sensing Michele’s. I inserted my finger in the vagina and kept on licking her clitoris and her moan intensity kept on increasing.“Aaaaammmm………………………yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop…….I beg you, please don’t stop……”, said Ritu and within the next minute, a stream of salty transparent fluid gushed out of her vagina and came straight in my mouth. Her entire body was shivering, but it was just like adding fuel to the fire. “My turn now…” said Ritu and she got up and took the hold of my penis and said, “Don’t cum. His favourite was under his sheets, the smell of his arousal intoxicating him, keeping his hand wet with his spit and jerking until his stomach was covered in his sticky mess. This was one of the plus sides he thought to his round, being up early no one would hear or walk in on his morning session. With that out of the way he would feel clearer and less distracted. But that hadn’t been possible that morning.Nearly done with his round he turned into Sycamore Avenue, a long tree lined street with. His lips suck and dance and glide down over my thighs and the backs of my knees and my breath comes in short little pants as I struggle to breathe through the building excitement. He pauses and looks into my eyes with his evil smile “Do you want me to continue?”. “Yes” I breathe. “You haven’t had enough?” he asks. “Kiss me deeply” I answer as I let my knees fall slowly to the sides revealing my waiting pussy. Just his breath now of my outer lips as they begin to swell and part even more than.