”Bhabhi kahan hai bhai?”he asked.”Shifa our guest is here”i shouted.My wife came out of the bedroom where she was from the past one hour or so...and to my surprise she was wearing a tight black top with white bottoms which hugged her awesome ass and the shape was clearly visible.Her top ended at her waist and had a deep cut in the front(which was usual nowadays for her)showing her sexy cleavage with a thin gold chain dangling between those hills.Vikram had his eyes fixed on her boobs even as she. .." Without warning, Staceyslapped my face with her opera gloves. "...a slap in the face." Shepursed her lips at me and shook her head. "Awwww ... did mommy slapdixie-kins? Does it hurt, sweetie pie?" Stacey laughed, not caring tohear my response. Instead, she slapped my other cheek with even moreviciousness. Another slap was delivered, and another, and another,the gloves ringing in my ears. She lifted a hairbrush from herdresser and raked it across my tender cheek bones, the firm. “Fuck me,” Daphne whined as she relished in ecstasy. “Finally, fuck me!” She clung to Mallory’s thrusting hips for dear life, writhing in delight. Every pulse. Each twitch and jump. Daphne grew sensitive to every inch of Mallory’s shaft. Inversely, Mallory shuttered at every ridge she passed as she filled Daphne’s throbbing pussy. No matter how fast or hard she fucked her, the futanari savored every moment. She pinned Daphne down by her shoulders, back hunched over as if she was in pain. “Ugh,”. Just do what I tell you and you’re ready for it on Thursday night. And now, CUM!”And I came like a train from her experienced fingers while my brain was showing me images of myself naked surrounded by young muscular hunks. I was stroking their big hard cocks while from below one fucked me into my pussy and from behind another tried to enter my asshole with its tip already inside. With wobbly knees I finished my shower while Amanda already dried herself and went into our room.When I came out of.