The stranger grabbed at my teats, twisted them roughly and told me to keep licking his ass hole while he kept twisting and slapping my teats and udder.... I kept trying to concentrate and keep licking his ass hole, I didnt like the taste and my cunt was really starting to hurt and then it stopped.I felt someone pulling at my cunt lips, tugging on them roughly while fingers entered my hole, I felt myself getting wetter and starting to moan, I was really enjoying it. After awhile the stranger got. But Sir Nigel Barnett, Bart., and Lady Sonya, were quite determined to be at their only daughter's wedding.The ceremony took place on a Friday in early September, at Jessica's parish church, St. Andrew's, Britannia Road, Ipswich. The rules would have permitted her to marry at one of the (many) historical churches in Ipswich. Indeed, we could have married at the (partly Saxon and rather lovely) small church of Ss. Peter and Paul, Old Felixstowe. The Vicar was agreeable. But no, it was the 20th. But more softly, to keep from overstimulating the sensitive nub. After a few minutes of relishing her climax, Jill took Anne’s shoulders and pulled her up so they could kiss again….both of them enjoying the taste of Jill’s pussy juices on Anne’s lips….while Jill massaged Anne’s tits and began tweaking her nipples to make them hard.Jill broke from the kiss and, still catching her breath from her recent climax, gasped, “Holy shit, Anne….that felt great….I missed that more than I realized.”With a. Then Praksh pulled me up and came on top of me as he kept on fucking me in my pussy wildly. Prakash then kissed me and shared the left over alcohol in my mouth. I was holding him tightly from behind as he kept on fucking my pussy and I had locked my legs on his ass and was pushing him wildly as he pounded my pussy. I lost count of how many times I had cummed in between the fucking he was giving me.“Maza ara hai chinaal ko! Paani chorde jaari hai.” Prakash said playfully as he kept pounding me..