.. YESSSS!" As she's rocked by a truly intense orgasm. Her juices washing over his cock as he holds himself inside her as deep as possible for several...seconds at the end of each stroke.For a few moments she can only feel blissfully satisfied, exhausted, spent, fulfilled, or some other combination of feelings she can't clearly comprehend.But her feelings give way to a desire, a desire to make him feel the same intensity she was just given.His cock slowed, moving gently in and out of her pussy. We sat silently for a few minutes while I drove until Trisha said, “All my good friends call me Trish. You can call me that if you want.” Michelle and I spoke almost exactly in unison, “Thank you, I will.” A few minutes later, Trish asked Michelle, “May I ask, how exactly did you come to be wearing,” A slight pause, “You know, a transparent blouse with nothing under it?” Michelle giggled, “Well, it’s kind of a long story. But to condense it a little, I’d bought some things to wear on a trip. Her tongue just slipped into my mouth and she was all sucking my mouth inside. I could feel her hot breath and be getting aroused again. My hands were on her back, they slipped under her ts and I could feel her bare back. My hands started moving up and down all. She had a pretty decent average Indian body, not too thin, neither too plump, but amazing skin texture. It was so smooth waxed body moved my face on to her shoulder, pulled her ts on the side and started kissing and licking her bare. I nearly gagged as a large glob of Roger's cum slid out of her pussy and down my throat, but I managed to swallow it and keep going. Eventually all I could taste was her sweet pussy juice as she got closer and closer to the edge. She grabbed the headboard with both hands and bore down, grinding her pussy on my face and she started a low, rhythmic moaning, deep in her throat. I found her swollen clit and sucked it between my lips, flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across it. Finally she.