I didn’t need any more encouragement. The jerking and shaking of Sara was more than any mortal man could take. Indian sex I turned so my feet were either side of my wife as her lips touched my cock. Can you? Can you? From her pussy to her puckered butt I took long wide strokes with my tongue. Can you? When I pulled out of her my cock was covered in a mix of my semen and Sara’s bowl. Liz twisted on our bed and offered her pussy to me as Sara sat on her face. We were both too busy to notice that Liz had stepped out to see why we were taking so long to come in the house. Show me how you suck your man’s cock!”
Liz threw a rug on the floor and dropped to her knees. One of the older firefighters was retiring and everyone was drinking heavily. “Lizzie. A couple of hours later Sara and I were giddy with alcohol and dancing. I could hear that things in our room were progressing nicely before I got there. You get to fuck all the time, you can’t fault me for wanting to suck his cock once.
