I could tell he didn’t have much experience with women so even though it hurt a bit I let it slide.After what felt like about an hour of him just fo...dling me and going crazy I had him with his back to the wall and pants were down. I still didn’t get a chance to see his cock although he didn’t feel very big. I knew he could not be compared to Mike from Montreal even before removing his underwear. He was more the size of hubby. I removed his underwear and his cock popped out. His underwear were. “Please, call me Beckey,” she responded. “Oh right, sorry, Beckey.” “I met him at the yacht club. I go there for lunch quite often. I was sitting alone and he asked if he could join me, since he was alone also. I agreed. He was quite attractive and I didn’t think I would meet any weirdo’ s at the yacht club. I found him to be very charming and we began having lunch together every few days.” She came into the living room with two martinis and handed me one. I sat on the sofa. Probably closer to three fifty. If it hadn't been for the soft, pliable leather, she might have broken his face.She shimmied her bulbous bottom all over, enjoying her new seat as Ethan squirmed below. The gag and deluge of semen was uncomfortable enough without his face being squeezed between her giant, rank glutes. Asha lifted herself every now and then, giving him just enough air to stay conscious before lowering her bulk back down and enjoying a rest on his squashed face. Time became. I tongue fucked her a few times before dipping my tongue down to her pink asshole. Like I expected, she began protesting and tried to get away from my mouth. But I tighten my grip on her and wiggled my tongue against her tightly crinkled rosebud. “No, no, no, no…” she chanted, yet she began rocking her hips against my mouth. I grinned and pressed my pinky against her hole. She tried to reject me but soon my finger tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle and she cried out. “Just relax, and.