Then, with deliberate slowness, she lowered her hips and sat on his face. Once there, she moved her hips in slow circles, grinding against him.“I’... going to take that out of your mouth now but you have a much more important use for your lips and tongue than to talk, understand?”She reached between her legs and yanked her panties out of his mouth, dropping the damp item on his cock, which pulled down the clothespins and made him cry out. Quickly, she muffled his cries by pushing her pussy onto. The tip of her middle finger touched her clit as she imagined following Cindy into the stall and eating her while she sat on the toilet. She massaged her engorged clit as she imagined tasting Cindys sweet juices. Her fingers slide inside her wet pussy and she works them in and out, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Two fingers work inside her wet lips as her mind pictures Cindys legs on her shoulders pulling her closer. She is working her fingers as her orgasm approached. She cums just as. She is a pretty girl, her mouth is wide, slightly down turned, and when she spoke her bottom lip curled a bit more than it needed to; she also tilted her head a bit when she spoke and paid flirtish attention to her hair.She was wearing white denim pants that were low enough to expose a hint of skin from, what is obviously, a wonderfully flat stomach. Her pelvic bones were clearly evident, which caused the illusion that the front top of her pants weren’t exactly in contact with her skin; in. She clung to me tightly and her hips maintained a slow up and back movement to accept the last, strokes of my manhood. After all the humping I lay upon her with my cock buried deep in her. I raised myself on my arms and looked down upon her, she was still recovering from her last orgasm and her boobs all wet , reddish and perked up was heaving with her breath. It was so erotic to see another man’s wife beneath me with my cock still buried in her on my bed. Her eyes was still closed. I lay back.