Her whole body was contorted, trying to get as much as she could from both ends. She humped his hand and he humped her face until they both exploded i... unison in a wave of violent ejaculations at both ends. What a sight to see. After not having sex with my wife in three years, I couldn't believe what she had penned up inside her. I never could satisfy her like that. I started to feel guilty that I had denied her this kind of sexual satisfaction all of these years. But then I was happy to see. She straightened her legs obediently and the shorts were discarded on the floor behind me. My aching erection pressed painfully against my clothes as I lowered my head back down and my lips met hers, her steely thighs threatening to crush my head as the sensation made her clench. I could feel her heart race as my tongue delved into her, her warm, slick walls contracting, urging me deeper, I felt as if her heat might blister my mouth. I hugged her against me, my roving fingers kneading her. Anii ala ala speed penchaaaa inkaaa room mottamm mouring pedda peddagaaaa ahaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa abaaaaaaaaa inkaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…….. Inka speed penchiii chesetappatikiii nakuuu start ayyindiii full speed thoooo na cum dani pussy lo vadilesaaaa iddarammm full. Behind her she had turned on the bedside lamp that we had bought in. I went to the French doors, locked them, and pulled the curtain closed. Meanwhile, she had put a record on the turntable, and turned off the light in the living room.“Bed,” she commanded as the music started to swirl.“What’s that piece?” I asked.“Smetana, Die Moldau,” she answered. “But I didn’t invite you here to discuss nineteenth century Czech composers, either.”She pulled back the covers on the bed, and lay down. I wasted.