I put on such a naughty show for you, sliding my fingers in and out of my fold, imitating what you have done to me these last few days. Still maintain...the squeezing and releasing on my nipple with my other hand. So hot and wet and ready to burst, I feel myself getting closer to the edge from this private show.“Don’t you dare,” you choke out amidst my pleasurable sighs.“Watch me,” I reply, a wild sex-driven smirk showing under my dark glasses.I glance down to your hardness and let myself climax. She reaches to her side and pulls the black, thick dildo from beside her and slides it around her clit and vagina, leaning her head back from the feeling. Paul’s hand strays to his cock, almost as if he hasn’t realized what he is doing. “Yes, that’s it, just like that,” Aziza whispers. She lifts the dildo up and puts it to her mouth, wetting it with her tongue before inserting it into her vagina again. She turns a knob on the bottom of the toy and a small hum can be heard on Paul’s side. “Come. ”I broke the kiss with Garnet and grinned at my wife. “I am. And you. I want a son to enjoy his slut-sister.”“Yes!” Tamara groaned. “Despite cumming, I'm still so wet.”“I can see that,” I said, glancing at her thighs still open wide, her pussy lips parted, showing off her pink depths. They were a darker hue than my daughter's. “Mmm, I know Garnet just ate you out, but I would love a taste before sliding in you.”“And pumping me full of all that jizz?” Tamara asked. “God, you're still hard after. It wasn’t actually in Soho, and the shop on the ground floor was just a normal bookshop. But if you saw the arrow, pointing down the stairs to where us pervs could find a lovely dirty bookshop. It was a very warm day and I was overheating in my rainmac as I entered the doorway. I walked the length of the normal bookshop, passing people in shorts and T-shirts, one or two who glanced at this flustered-looking perv in his dirty mac, all done up, heading for the dirty bookshop in the basement. It’s.