Main jor se fingering karne laga uski choot me to vo jhatpta rahi thi aur chutne ki koshish bhi kar rahi thi par I was very strong to uski ek ni chaln... di maine, maine apna muh uski choot pe rakha aur jeeb andar ferne laga, namkin sa taste aa rha tha aur mujhe ganda sa b lag rha tha par maine continue rakha to vo shaant hogayi aur tabhi usne apni sperm chod diya , main uthke bola kyu bhabhi maja aa raha hai na to vo kuch nahi boli and then main unke boobs choosne laga aur kuch time choosne ke. She shook a little with each pump, and her mascara was running exactly as intended. I thought there was even some fear in her eyes as she endured the huge cock stretching her. I stepped around to get a view of her pussy below the hard rod pistoning in and out of her used ass. She was leaking like a faucet, her muscles frantically clenching on nothing, aching to be filled. I knew she was still okay.The blonde was trickling more jelly down the crack of Jeannie's ass, not pausing the action but. Sliding my hands under her, I grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed as I thrust in, tugging the nipple as I pulled out. making her moan really loudly.“yes-Yes-s-s-sss” she replied, moaning. perfect.I now shifted so that I was basically sitting on my knees. I held Alexis hips tightly, and picked up the pace, pulling back, almost out, then impaling her again and again. With a low groaning grunt I tell her “Yes Pet, Yes-s-ss.”“Give it to me, PLEASE! I want it-t-t…Alexis said, begging. Her. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more" are all true. How else does one decribe actuality? But this.