She wanted the first impression to be good. She had been talking to this man for about a month now, and they were finally going to meet.The night befo...e, she had spent extra time on a pedicure and manicure. Her nails were done in French tips, and her toes were just shaped and topped with clear lacquer. She had chosen to dress completely in black. She had chosen to wear a black lace thong, black lace topped silk stockings, garterbelt and her black lace bra. She was going to wear her black dress. I had the experience of the universe folding me into its arms -- call it God? -- bringing all to the center of me and the pleasure I was having. I did nothing consciously from here to make the orgasm happen. I never even heard "1", if I said it at all. "0" would have been totally lost in the all-consuming moments that followed. I entered a feedback loop of self-touching, seeing it happening in the mirror, the response of my body, the sound of my voice. I wondered that this could be me, or was I. Tabhi maine usko bola-Main: Dekh kya raha hai, aa chaat isko.Ye sunte hi woh aage badha, aur usne apna muh meri chut par laga diya. Pehle-pehle woh upar-upar se chaat raha tha. Fir maine usko bola-Main: Andar bhi chaat maadarchod!Ye bol kar maine uske sir ko apni chut mein daba liya. Ab woh apni jeebh meri chut ke andar daal kar usko choos raha tha. Mujhe bohut maza aa raha tha. Main baar-baar uske sir ko zor se apni chut mein dabati, jisse uski saans ruk jati. Isme mujhe bohut maza aata.Uska. The dildo was now well inside Angie’s pussy and she was moaning with pleasure each time it thrust deep into her. She had managed to bring a hand up and was using the fingers to massage her clit. God she was enjoying this. He had moved round, leaving Rachel in control of the wand. He stood beside Angie, stroking his cock, enjoying the sound of his 2 favourite women engaging in sexual pleasure. Rachel was holding the wand with one hand so that each time she thrust the dildo into Angie it moved in.