Then my husband’s engorged cock emerged completely from her slit, glistening, and lowered as he dangled the head enticingly by my lips. Indian hot sex It hung down like a small, hot, pistol trigger. With every thrust into my mouth, he transferred a little nectar from Susan’s twat. He flexed his tongue inside her asshole, making her moan into my cunt, then withdrew and swirled it in circles, around and around the sensitive rim of her anus, while I licked and sucked her clit, my nose buried deep in her dripping love tunnel. Then Susan was sucking on my clit. But I still hadn’t cum yet—or even been properly fucked—and I was in urgent need of release. She moaned. He pounded me for several minutes, while Susan massaged my tits with hers, nibbled my ear, and played with my nipples. She arched her back and laid her beautiful tits on mine, pointing her ass high in the air. “Suck me. She plunged her scissored fingers into my cunt and asshole simultaneously, rocking and moving them in circles, plunging all the way in and halfway out. Oh, he would cum again—on us, in us, or both—but not until he had fucked the two of us upside down and sideways.
