She was breathing heavily through her nose, her hard pebbles on her breasts aching to be touched. Standing up from her chair, her legs parted, cool ai... hit her hot wet pussy, sending a chill right to her clit. She felt the wetness flow down her thighs, sending more chills up her body. Reaching for her coffee cup, her hand shaking, Robin had to hold it in both hands. ‘Calm down girl, quit being so nervous, and relax,’ she thought to herself. Speaking out loud, ‘God, what has he done to me? I am. Oh shit, would that be hot.I can't believe my fucking slut-wife has me thinking in curse words. It's all her damn fault anyway, turning me from a plain old missionary into a sex fiend. I think I slept so well because of what we did last night; that fucking Elizabeth really knows how to clean a set of pipes. That mouth of hers is really educated, the way she sucks balls and tongues my ass before turning on the Hoover to finish me off. And with her daughter riding my face at the same time, with. Andrea's experience was so similar to her own with Chris that Sandy could not help but remember her own first facial in their bedroom. It had only been just over three weeks since it happened but it seemed so long ago. Sandy could vividly remember her surprise and arousal from her husband's cum splashing all over her face."When he finally finished cumming, my face was crisscrossed with his cum. Right at that moment I changed my view about being cum on. The stickiness of the cum on my skin and. But her other curves, those big tits, I ran my hands along her hips and her ass. Been a while since I made out this long with out getting to the sex. My boner strained against her weight. I wanted to explore those ample tits and ass with my mouth. Her tongue piercing cracked me in the teeth. She laughed and it broke up our session. “When are we gonna fuck?” She grabbed hold of my hard on through my jeans and pressed her palm and rubbed on it.“My place is out, let's get a room.” “Maybe we could.