My own pussy clenched in envy, just knowing Phillipa was getting world-class cunnilingus. Blowjob sex My tongue plundered deeper into Maurice’s snatch and fluttered through her folds. “Good, good,” I said, smiling at Bethany. If they came together in the bedroom, their bodies heaving together, united in mutual passion. Her blue eyes blazed. Her fingers kneading them as she rubbed her shaved snatch on my hungry mouth. Her hands shot down, trying to stop her wife from unfastening her fly. “They had quite the romp across England.”
“Just spreading the joys of futanari to them,” I said. FUCK HER!”
“Becky!” she gasped as my finger found her asshole. “She is!” gasped Maurice. She had not a hit of lust to her. “All the literature says this will do it.”
“Good, good,” I said. “BECKY! My head threw back.
