‘Don’t worry, beautiful,’ William smiled as she looked up at him eagerly. ‘I am not planning on going anywhere, you’re far too good in bed �...� and you’re much too fun to be with — for me to let you slip away,’ he told her. She kissed him again and he felt as if he could get lost in her eyes and the warmth of her sun-bronzed flesh against his own. ‘I only live 45 minutes away, we can see each other whenever. Does it bother you that I’m younger than you are?’ He asked. ‘No, no, that isn’t what’s. She told me I was being punished for all the years I cheated her out of being fucked by a real man' cock. She said; when she is done with me I will love eating cream pies and like getting cum straight from the tap. Bill then walked up and my ex-wife told me to take my tongue and clean his cock, lick all of the cum off of his balls to. I had never sucked a cock and I was trying to keep him from sticking his cock in my mouth. My ex-wife grabbed my swollen balls and gave them a hard squeeze and I. His elevator gaze went from the patterns on her feet, up her legs, to the rings on her beautiful slick vagina, the scrolling lettering over her mons pubis, the floral pattern that circled her navel and twisted between her breasts to her right and left shoulders, and finally the jewelry that adorned her nipples. She had large rings through her nipples and a gold chain that dangled between her breasts. The backs of her hands were adorned in henna patterns. Stew’s cock began to stir. Noticing his. There was cum all over her lower body, on her belly, legs, pubis and ass, still warm and sticky. Her hands began to move then, rubbing over her aching tits, feeling hot and stiff, with the rubbery nipples sore from pleasure just received. She wished that there was some way that her tits could be as worked over as her cunt had been; her hands massaged them for a few minutes. Then they moved down, until they reached her cummy belly. Her hands slid over the slick jism, and smeared it all over her.