It was not much past midnight. I wished I could remember my new life. Indian sex “Is there a way I can watch what happened in the past?” I asked, digging into my wife’s Main Menu. I sucked on her nipple again. “That was hot, Steve. I hated her. Sam, stroking his cock as fast as possible, pressed her cheek against mine. It looked so fat, almost the size of my nipple. I sighed, my stomach twisting. There were such wet smacking sounds. The sounds died. I shuddered, my heart hammering. I sighed, my stomach twisting. Just like I popped yours.”
My deflowered pussy clenched. He grunted as more and more of his salty precum filled my mouth while the flavor of Sam’s ass dwindled. “This was just in my butt.”
“I know,” I said, my cheeks on fire. My tongue licked again, climbing his shaft. “Oh, you are hungry for your sister’s pussy.”
“Of course!” I said. My pussy clenched about him, reveling in his girth. I had fooled around with both Sam and Becky, nothing major, some petting and fingering, a little shared masturbation while Steve often watched and masturbated. My entire body buzzed from that wonderful orgasm.
