Brenda’s tits flapped as I thrust into her, her arms wrapped around my neck. I lifted her legs, and looked down at my shaved cock slamming into her ...shen thatch. I could feel her juices flowing, glad of my choice of leather seats. She leant back, her head on the centre console, as I bucked into her, moving one hand to her clit and flicking the burgeoning nub in time to my thrusts. ‘How long?’ I asked her. She looked up, not understanding. ‘Since your husband…?’ ‘Four years.’ That spurred me on,. . I took 30 mins.P : what will you do in 30 mins?I : whatever you do in bathroom, same I does.P : I’m a girl, I will have so many things to do.I : oh is it, I don’t know. Tell me what you will you do?P : all are secretes, I shouldn’t tell.I : but someone is forcing me to ask. Pls tellP : who is that?I : may be your friend, the one who always hide in my boxer..P : ask him to come and watch me. So that he will never forgot.I : if I see, I may start doing naughty naught things( pranavi, I didn’t. So not quite naked, but extremely daring. We stared silently at my wife’s nearly bare pussy and watched her incarcerated labia plump up. She shifted her little ass closer to the edge of the sofa, spread her legs into a near split and showed us the special triangles that touched her lips. Ken’s cock surged. One upped, Karen rubbed and squeezed it silently.Sue looked unwaveringly into Ken’s eyes and mimicked his demand, “More! I want to see more.” Karen unzipped him, opened the fastener and. "Then you must punish me, Master", she said. I told her to get them off at once which she did and knelt on the bed before me, waiting. By now I had stripped, so I took the belt out of my trousers and gave her a beating. I did not spare her. Judging by the amount of shuddering and cries of pleasure my lashings caused, she enjoyed every moment. From time to time, I felt her and she was nice and wet. Once the strokes from my belt had made he backside a nice rosy pink, I decided it was time to.