In front of me, an avalanche of centimetres stands to salute your voluptuous beauty. A thick column made of black flesh, ended by a bulbous glans, is ...xtending, fluttering, following his heart's beat while some drops of impatience come out on the meatus. I admire that fantastic vision, I can't help it.The last meters... and he's stopping a moment. He's looking at me. He's watching my reactions.I can feel his inquiring eyes on me, as well as the intensity of his will to dominate. My heart is. . “raj dhire se niche jhuka,or meri gaand ko daabane laga,dabate-dabate us ne zor se nighty k upar se he meri gaand ko kaat liya,main zor se chikh padi,aaaaahhh,raj ne niche se meri nighty pakdi or puri ki puri nighty mere badan se utaar dii”Ab main uske saamne puri nangi khadi thi,raj ka lund ab meri khuli gaand ko faadne k liye tayaar tha.”raj ne khade ho kar fir se meri “chuchiyaan”dabai or meri gaand ko kaat khaya”us ne mujhe bed par dhakka maar kar gira diya,or fir se hum ek dusre k hoton. I love this: sharing hubby with my s****r while he lavishes attention on me. I cannot tell you how it makes me feel, for me it is just pure ecstasy. Now I was looking at his stiff erection standing proud in front of her amazing breasts with those stiff nipples as she caressed his thighs. With one of hubby’s arms around my shoulders, hugging me and the other stroking s*s’s hair soft, silky blonde hair, I snuggled up against his chest to watch s*s worship my husband’s manhood. I hardly need to. I don't know how long we were there fucking, as it never seems long enough to me but we were so oblivious to our surroundings that we didn’t hear the crunching of the sand until I heard a crack of a branch from behind and above me. My wife’s hearing isn’t the best since her concert days, so she hadn’t heard a thing with her eyes closed and head back, but I had. I craned my neck back, towards the noise, and in trees just a metre behind us, stood the young couple we missed earlier and it wasn’t.