Using the flood of seductive wife pussy juice, I smear it aroung her little butthole. Still lashing at her clitty with my tongue, I slowly slid my index finger into her wet pussy. Immediatly her strong muscles start to seductive wife clench and unclench around my finger. When my finger sinks in all the way, I start to rub my wet thumb over the ring of muscles surrounding her butthole. Slowly I sink my thumb in. My lady gasps and her legs start vibrating right out of her hands. Her feet come down and she seductive wife pushes her butt off the bed, arching in an intense seductive wife orgasm, my tongue and fingers working away until I am flooded with juices. I remove my fingers and lap up the juices running out of her pussy.
The grip of her sphincter is tremendous. She can loosen and tighten her grip but it doesn t give any more room than trying to fuck a seductive wife two-liter bottle of Coke. She was moaning in pain and gasping with pleasure. I was slowly plunging in and out of her now. Carlo could not be left simply sitting there watching. Why don t you eat my girlfriend, I suggested. Without hesitating he slipped between my thighs and under Megan s upstretched hips. She let out a large cry when he began munching on her clit. Cindi was lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her hands rubbed each of her nipples. Her hips swayed with the rhythms of Megans touch. Megan had her face buried in Cindi s pussy, trying to bring her to a gushing climax.