He stood back stroking his cock and staring at her nakedness. Then he did something neither of us had anticipated would happen. He bent over her ches... and lightly licked her nipple and stood back. When we talked out this fantasy, we had only thought about Patrick looking at her. We had never thought that he would have the courage to actually touch her. I wasn’t sure she would be able to contain her breathing with this much excitement. Emboldened by her lack of reaction, Patrick again brought. Am n?chsten Morgen wachte er auf undstreckte sich in seiner morgendlichen Routine und begab sich aus demBett, als ihm etwas anderes an ihm auffiel. Er hob seinen Morgenrock underblickte darunter einen Metall Slip. "Was zum Henker?", dachte er sich.Er ber?hrte das Teil zwischen seinen Beinen und bemerkte die Qualit?tdes Materials und best?rzt auch die exzellente Verarbeitung.Er untersuchte es genauer mit einem Handspiegel den er von seiner Muttergeerbt hatte und auch an diesem Kleidungsst?ck. Her legs widened as her hands reached behind herself, a scramble of fingers and thumbs groping for my belt and zipper.Chinos bunched over my shoes, my feet stepping free of them. My palm over her butt cheeks, my fingers stealthily finding her pussy, three digits sinking, to the knuckles. Her cunt all crème anglaise, viscous and warm.My cock biding its time in my hand while the fingers of my other hand attended to her clit from behind. My palm covered her cunt, staunching seepage. Her erratic. Nothing could arouse Brooke more; stoke her flames of lust higher, than the dirty feeling of being the slut that lives for dirty moments such as these. She would never admit it to her husband, but Brooke loved the sexual charge that came as she released her inner slut and succumbed to primal urges. As she rested on her knees, sucking this stranger’s cock, Brooke knew what she was – a cock slut – and the dirty thought of it sent another pulse of her sweet nectar into her pussy, and from there,.