"While the wife left the husband and I did what we were told, we stripped down and it turns out we were both wearing a black speedo under our jeans (I...had told them I'd be wearing speedos under my jeans before hand).I was hard as a rock from making out with the wife and the husband was slowly getting there. It was pretty hot sitting on the couch next to a married guy, both in speedos, rubbing our cocks through the lycra waiting for his wife to join us.So the husband and I are sitting on the. I put my right hand under her dress, moved up to the top of her panties, then slid it down to her slit.“You’re wet” I said.She moaned quietly and opened her thighs to give me more room to play.“Take my cock out so you can stroke it properly”She pulled down my shorts and worked my cock slowly with her right hand while she cupped my balls with her left hand.I slid my middle finger into her now, spreading her juice around to lubricate her.“How long has it been since you came?” I asked. “A couple. I crawled between Bobby Z’s spread legs and rubbed my cock up against her back hole. She moaned as she fucked Bobby. They were back into a deep makeout mode.My cock slipped in easily. It felt so fucking good, It was a familiar feel. It sounds fucked up to say it this way, but it was like putting on an old pair of sneakers. Comfortable, as fuck!My Vaseline covered hard on, made its way into her dark tunnel. I could feel the pressure from Bobby Z’s cock as he fucked her pussy.. He wasn’t as big. I had worn strap-on dildos before, but to have a real cock... Wouldn’t that be an experience.“Yes, yes, I feel your inspiration swelling through you,” the aoi si moaned. “It’s gathering.”“It’s in your pussy, Mistress,” Zanyia moaned. “I can smell your juices. Ooh, this is making me so wet.”“Uh-huh,” Nathalie nodded. “My cunny is getting so juicy.”“Pussy licking?” the lamia asked, sitting up like a curious cat, her small breasts jiggling.“Yes!” the slave-girl moaned.As my lips nuzzled against.