I hear her moan again as I push my fingers into her pussy and move them in and out. "Do you like that, Baby? You like cumming for me don't you?" "Yes,...Lover," she answers as I suck hard on the other nipple. "C'mon, Baby, tell me, do you like cumming on my hand? Or do you wanna cum on my face?" "Let me cum on your face, Lover, please." I drop to my knees and lift her skirt. I kiss her lips softly, then I run my tongue slowly around her pussy, savoring the taste although I know I'll see her again. ”“Good little one.”George parked the car on a side street. His wife rolled down her panties and pulled up her skirt. She unbuckled George’s pants and George sat up and pulled his pants down. His wife climbed on top of George and positioned her pussy over his cock. She moved her hips back and forth while George and Jenna made love. Her pussy was extremely wet which made George come quickly inside of his wife’s pussy. He wanted his come inside of her when Damon would fuck her.“That was. " My prick threatened to burst through my trousers as I saw the tiny scrap of white lace barely covering her pouting sex. I touched my lips to the material and allowed my nostrils to savour the odour of her before easing the string to one side and using my tongue to part her sweet lips."Mark," she breathed, putting a hand on my head, then squealed as I found her clitoris and worried it like a dog with a bone. I licked the moisture that clung jealously to her inner lips, but it was an unending. There she is, standing in the doorway in a black halter top with a satin finish, a deep plunge front that ended just about below her breasts with a big kite shaped metal buckle in the centre. Her breasts were pushed up (by a strapless bra which I figure by the absence of straps, duh) creating a very large cleavage. She was wearing that with a just-above-the-knee skirt that was loose enough to be very comfortable but tight enough to hug her figure very beautifully showing the shape of her hips.