Sharon's hands gathered up Melissa's heart shaped ass. Melissa made short yelping sounds as she pressed herself against Sharon, forcing her tongue dee... into the willing mouth.They stayed like that for a long time, frenching on the couch as they groped each other roughly, pulling hair, loosening buttons, huffing and puffing. With a groan, Sharon pulled away."Don't go anywhere," she teased, went into the kitchen and retrieved the two headed dildo from the bag. Back on the couch, Melissa was just. Trying very hard this time not to moan, or pant too much. But this was hard. I shut my teeth hard together, trying my best not to make any noise. But my breathing was obvious. If he’d wake up, he’d probably think I have a stroke. But it was too late to stop. My pussy was teased enough and my body wouldn’t listen to reason. I kept rubbing my pussy, fingering myself, then rubbing and fingering some more. My clit was hyper sensitive. And that’s when it went wrong. My body convulsed and then. The thrust split his lip between his teeth and the mouthpiece, and blood from his lip now mingled with the blood from his nose. So that was how they made so much noise he realized, sobbing silently. They hadn't had a choice. It was agony extracted. Ripped out of them. Just like she would rip it out of him now. All those pathetic whimpering squeals he used to relish would in a few short moments erupt from his throat as she unceremoniously raped his face he realized. Brad closed his eyes, pulling. Whining with desire, I laid her down on the floor and remove the saree from the top of her. I hold her left breast over the blouse and squeezed it hard. I slowly removed the hooks of her blouse.I then caressed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. They were rock hard like little pebbles. They were beautiful. I then unclasped the saree fold near her navel and slid down her saree. She was far better looking than all of the women her age and younger that I had been looking in the village. I.