. ohhh fuck me! Imraan ahh! and then I saw her juice splash past Imraan’s fingers that were massaging her clit and they splashed on Pamela’s thigh... and ass cheeks. Imraan was grunting and stammering as he was ready to blow his cum “Shhhhittt… I’m gonna blow… fuck… Farah, Faraaah.. You ready baby!” Imraan was starting to remove himself from Farah but she reached around and pulled him back into herself as he then blew his load in her and exclaiming “uhhhhh….. Ohhhh fuck me! per into Farah’s ass. I felt my pussy pulsating with waves of needles of pleasure. The wave kept pushing outward numbing my legs. The needles worked up my chest, setting my nipples on fire. The needles were encapsulating my heart, and I feared I was going to have a heart attack as that went numb. Patrick had his fingers inside me, working me into the type of frenzy Savannah had been experiencing. The needles worked up my neck and over my head until they finally pierced my brain and the orgasm exploded in and. She hitched her skirt up around her waist and bent over the toilet. I crouched down behind her and buried my face deep into her soaking gash. She moaned loudly. She tasted wonderful as I penetrated her with my tongue as deep as I could get it. I stood up and unbuttoned my trousers, releasing my extremely hard cock. She turned and sucked on it whilst playing with my balls for a moment on two. Then she turned back and leaned over the toilet again. I rubbed my cock up and down her dripping pussy. Every dexterous stroke of his fingers between her thighs, stokes the passion at her core. Izetta writhes, his ministrations rob her of conscious thought. No longer is she able to find his lips with hers, though she longs to allow him to feel her fever. Instead, Izetta moans and rasps. A wanton to the desire he has unleashed with a mere touch. The space between them, though minuscule, is too much. She mews with pent-up frustrations, wishing for the moment when he will enter her. She reaches.