Sherri slowly came to her senses. Stew explained that she was lying on the bed when he got home. Slowly, the memory came back to her. “What happene..., darling,” Stew asked. “I went to see James. We sat in the bar and talked … then we went to his apartment. I had a sip ….” Sherri told him about the tribal regalia room and the goblet, and the bottle of Fine Italian Wine. She didn’t spare anything. She told him that she was laid on an altar and was ceremonially “sacrificed” to the tribal goddess,. She squeezed him and tried to match his frenzy. The blooming firecracker sensations in her cunt went off like miniature Roman candles all over her sensitive fucking flesh. He licked her face and neck, and she had to duck, laughing, away from his splashy sticky tongue. It felt good, however. Then he was over her just holding on and panting while his forepaws grabbed her sides tightly like he wanted to consume her and his pelvis pumped wildly, the long arching penis rubbing her adaptable cunt. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, but didn’t move her head as it was apparent most of her focus was on her own pleasure pulsing from her loins. Her hand increased its speed until a blur, the guy under her began to really moan, and she let loose with a deep, guttural, primal moaning around the dick that was trapped in her mouth. The owner of that dick contorted his face as she sucked with such great force that, he told me on the bus ride home, she had left a black and blue hickey on. Main iska matlab muzheUsne green signal diya tha. to main turant mera hath chuchiyo pe rakh kar dabne laga. ek chuchi apne mouth me lekar chusne laga ,aur wo siskari bharne lagi. mera dusara hath aab sarre andar se uske chut ki tarf ja raha tha. aur thodi der bad main uske chut me apni ek ungli dal ke andar bahar kar raha tha.usne aab aankh kohli,aur muze chumne lagi mere lips ko apne lips se katne lagi.phir main isehe usko chumate chumate nanga karne laga .pahle uski sarre,phir peticot,phir.