Cara groaned with delight. I sped up.“Do you like my cock inside you, Cara?”“Yes,” she moaned. We started breathing heavily. I drove my dic... into her again and again. We moved together in rhythm. “Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck me.”Our eyes were locked on one another. I kissed her lips and fucked her harder.“It feels so good,” she moaned. I drove the full length of my dick into her cunt. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last. Cara got louder and louder. I knew she was close.“I. All the while trying to watch his wifeout of the corner of his eye. Ellen for her part, between sessions oftongue wrestling, would steal surreptitious glances at her feminizedhusband. She could see was on the right track, she was getting to him.George was so angry at his wife that he was determined to show her who wasthe bigger tramp. He and his date necked like horny teenagers, betweendowning several shots. George surprised himself as he could feel himselfgetting excited.Flip's hands. My well-mannered dick stood-up to show respect. I mean who would just wear such dresses and think it is nothing.I wondered if that was an invitation or a really inadvertent happening. Never did she wear a salwar this deep. I was confused and occasionally gave a good stare at her milk pouches. She should have sensed me looking at it as we were sitting very close to each other, side by side.But she did nothing to cover it like how most women normally do. In fact, she herself used to do it during. Moisture reminded me that I had not yet opened the cracked folds wherein the choicest pussy delicacies lay hidden. Using both hands, I spread the swollen folds and found the treats I intended to eat. I first came upon a moist clit which I licked, flicked, tickled, and teased with my tongue. My lips captured the sweet-tasting, slippery, delectable dessert and suckled on the mouthwatering delight. Brandi whimpered, she cried, and her orgasmic passion was aroused. My tongue moved to the next.