Brea shudders at his touch and closes her eyes while she leans back, thrusting her chest toward him.The man pulls her closer and kisses her nipple. He...purses his lips and sucks it into his mouth and she gasps. He toys with the hardened nub with his tongue and then repeats the procedure on the other nipple. After a few minutes of this teasing, she straightens up and sits still, looking at the man. In a moment, Brea lifts herself off him and moves aside, striping off her panties. Kneeling next to. ‘Are you going in or what?’ he whispered as he walked around her towards Peter. Sara lay on the bed, looking down at her children, smiling. She still looked exhausted, but very happy with her to older children on the bed beside her and her new daughter in her arms. ‘Sara dear, you have some company.’ Peter said adoringly. ‘Oh my God! I thought it was a dream. Laura! It’s really you?’ Sara cried, her voice weak from the screams during her labor. Laura was speechless as she stared at her sister,. I am a spunkaholic.I have a fetish for cum - everything about it. I adore the taste. I love how it feels on my skin. The aroma is delicious. It feels so warm when it lands on my body, or on my tongue and down into my belly. Every year, I take a week off and go on a spunk-fuelled holiday. All on my own. I need it; just one week out of 52, I need to get away from everything and get down, dirty and nasty. At that moment, I was all three of those. I was kneeling on the floor of my hotel bedroom,. I tease the entrance to her sex before my tongue slides in, my nose nudging against her clit as I begin to work in and out of her. Her hands move to the back of my head and press me harder into her. My tongue darts in and out and slithers like a snake inside of her. Her moans fill the room as my tongue works its magic on her. She grinds her pussy hard against my tongue and face, smearing her juices on me. The smell of her arousal fills my nostrils as my tongue makes love to her needy pussy. Her.