She was wet, very wet and her juices smelled lovely to him. He'd teased and caressed her body so much now, he couldn't keep his tongue from her pussy ...ny longer. He paused for a moment to enjoy the close up vision of her pretty slit. The pleasure process continued with him running his tongue up and down its length without pressing hard enough to open her outer lips. He was just tasting some of her pussy juice to begin with; no-one was in any hurry here. He put a couple of fingers form each hand. “Do you want to actually do me now, your own girlfriend?” asked Shelley as she looked up at me, spreading her legs wide open and slipping a couple of fingers inside her gaping wet pussy.“Of course I do, why, are you jealous or something?” I said, kneeling in front of the sofa and pulling her down towards me. “You let all those other blokes fuck you in the hotel, didn’t you?” Shelley smirked. “You were a right little whore that night, weren’t you?” I guided my throbbing hard prick between her. Immediately, adrenalin coursed through her veins, raised her awareness and turned up the heat even more. She was sweating from the internal furnace that broiled and rampaged through her system. Jenny couldn't hear him now that he was on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, but she knew exactly where he was. Cadbury was sitting between her parted knees, just far enough away to not be touching her. In an empathetic communication, she felt his head cock to one side as her scent wafted to his. As I had previously tasted many a times someone else’s cum on Cynthia lips and in her mouth, I willing obliged and ripping her soaked panties off, I burrowed my hungry mouth into her wet pussy and slowly started licking, progressively starting a suck and eventually cleaning her out. The taste was kinda salty, but relatively thick and tasteless. As her pubic hair was a bit overgrown, I had to moved my tongue around with expertise, in order to stimulate her now hardened clit. This woman really.