I skillfully rub her vulva arousing her more fully before I masturbate her clit. She breaks our deep kiss to let out a moan of ecstasy. “I never wan... this to end!” She exclaims as my ring finger enters her honey pot. For a moment she is still as I finger her married cunt, as if in a trance Elise looks down, past the hand in her panties, her eyes focusing on my large bulge. She pulls away from me, rising to take her skirt and panties off. I stood up to remove my remaining clothes and sat back. As I thought she was in just a black thong with a white t-shirt and no bra. She suggested that we watch a movie so she put in some romantic one and curled up next to me on the couch. I grabbed a blanket to put over us as my cock was growing and I didn't want her to see the bulge in my pants. About five minutes after that she said she was hot so she asked if we could take the blanket off, I told her I was cold but she could get out from under the blanket if she wanted to. When I told her that. The first troop carrying helicopters had reached their targets by the time Bobby arrived on the Eastern Shore and established himself in a quaint farmhouse outside of Cape Charles. His staff updated him throughout the day on the attack's progress and the news got better and better. By nightfall, the rebellion had collapsed, punctured like a balloon from hundreds of nails.That evening Bobby invited Madeline and his new housemaid Susie into his bedroom for a victory celebration. Bobby was in high. She lowered her dripping hole to my hungry mouth and I plunged my tongue inside her, tasting her and Ronnie's combined juices. Her hips ground slowly against my face, coating it with delicious cream as my tongue sought out stray drops of cum from her womb.I moaned into Leslie's cunt as a warm, wet mouth engulfed my hard, throbbing cock."Oh my god, that is so fucking Hot!" My wife exclaimed as she continued to ride my face.I realized that the hot, wet mouth on my cock was not Leslie's, and there.