She massages it with her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, releases it, and laps it with her outstretched tongue. Taylor is now groaning, it’s ...aving the effect Hera wants.The smell in the room is powerful, the combination of many hours of unquenched sweat and pussy, combined with the fresh pheromones emanating from Hera, from Taylor, from Phoebe, and from myself. I’m masturbating openly and vigorously as I watch. To the uninitiated, perhaps, the smell may be overwhelming and even. After some time she opened her guys and I was smiling at her. She started rubbing her pussy with her palms looking at me and giving that horny look. She did not speak anything. Now she opened her pussy using her fingers and started inserting 2-3 fingers inside and started massaging it inside out. Then she turned towards me and opened her legs and started putting some pressure on her pussy.I wasted no time. I took my dick and sat before the sofa and inserted my dick it right in to her pussy,. She was really well-built, and she was in possession of an alluring ass that could stop traffic(in truth, she was obscenely overweight, and her ass was so big that it just *might have* stopped traffic). I drove to a small secluded orange grove overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the fiery sun was just beginning to set, with hues of pink and blue intermingling in the awe-inspiring sky(in reality, we were parked behind a seedy rundown strip bar, and a malfunctioning neon sign blinked pink and blue in. Her eyes opened, heard nothing but silence. Her eyes frowned, his expression seemed as if he were lost in thought. She cleared her throat. His eyes blinked then refocused on the inspiration before him. ‘Well,’ she slightly grimaced, felt a rejection of some type about to occur, ‘Do you know what I’m talking about?’ He nodded, ‘Yes.’ ‘Well?’ she questioned, ‘Have you ever done it?’ He again nodded, ‘Yes.’ She awkwardly said, ‘Okay.’ He stated, ‘It’s not a problem.’ She repeated, still awkward,.