" She stood up and started to smear the whipped cream from her chest all over herself. As she glided her hands over her curves, I could hear creamy so...nds that made my ears perk up. I was sure more pre-cum had found its way out of my shaft, but the whipped topping made it impossible to tell.I had to recount everything that was happening. I was naked, strapped to a chair with whipped cream on my penis, while watching a sexy girl that had covered herself oil and whipped cream as well (not to. Each and every one of them was completely fatigued from the sexual exertions of the past few days and the flight back over the Atlantic in the company Gulfstream was mainly spent sleeping. In their waking moments, the events of the farewell celebrations they had enjoyed in Lerotica loomed large in the memory whilst in their dreams as they slumbered even more erotic scenes involving bare-breasted young girls playing together with young men who had impossibly large stiff black cocks inviting the. There was no question he was going to get off and so was I. “God I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard, just keep slamming into me so I feel every inch of you.”“Mmmmm, keep going, I’m almost there, tell me to fuck you more.” The sentence came out choppy and I could hear him getting ready to explode as his breathing sped up. This was intense, mutual masturbation at its finest. It was easy to say the words as I was sliding my vibrator into me faster and harder than I think I ever had. I loved. He enjoyed the slight, salty taste of her skin as he pounded her and sucked on her nipples, alternating regularly between the small, pink nodes on her firm, pale breasts. He turned her over quickly so she was on her stomach. He raised her slightly so she was able to properly go on all four legs. He then resumed his relentless pounding of her pussy.Suddenly, he felt himself tensing up as he approached orgasm. Mustering all of his willpower, he quickly withdrew from his wife and sat back.