Lisa Ann Fingers Her Hot Pussy

He is holding the damn basting brush. He takes the brush and runs it from where Bridget pussy is nibbling down to my neck. Bridget takes the cue and starts planting kissing and nibbles down the trail of warm butter from my ear to my neck where she starts sucking in earnest. Meanwhile her boyfriend runs the warm brush across my masturbate lips and the leans down and covers my slippery lips with his. I don't even know his name but I willingly let his tongue enter and dance with my own. I taste warm garlic butter on his lips which are somehow rougher and more firm than Bridget's.Now Bridget has the brush and she is tracing a line for her boyfriend from my mouth, to my earlobe, and down to my neck. Then I feel her hands behind my back unclasping my bra. I faintly here the crowd respond as my tits are exposed but then the brush is dancing over my nipples and then Bridget and her boyfriend are kissing and sucking on my nipples. My blood is pounding in my veins and I am a moaning mess under their attentions. I can feel my puss pulsing and squeezing the breadstick that is still inside me and I gasp and give a little squeal as the brush slides down my tummy and twirls my belly button before sliding down to my inner thigh, stopping short of my tingling puss. As if by some signal Bridget moves down to kiss my belly button while her boy kisses a trail of butter down my leg. His hand gently urges me to spread my thighs and I comply busty willingly, expecting to feel his mouth or fingers find my over sexed pussy. Instead he painstakingly trails his mouth up and around my puss, taking care to stay just outside my throbbing labia. I can feel his gentle breath on my heated sex. Bridget has my hand in hers, and guides it up to her mouth where she slowly slides it into her moist mouth. She slides my index finger deep inside her mouth and then slides her mouth up and down my finger. My over-sexed brain can only think of how her fingers would look thrusting in my pussy. I can feel my hips humping the air, trying to find her boyfriend's mouth which is now taking a second circuit around my puss only this time the tip of his tongue is gently tracing Fingering a path over my labia. I am in a crazed place, making sounds that don't even sound like me, when Bridget works a path down my navel and to my inner thigh. Her boy is planting little kisses on my labia traveling up one side of my pussy. They both pause for a moment and I let out a little moan of frustration but then my world explodes as her boy spreads my pussy and plants a kiss directly on my vibrator clit. He has his hand just above one of my knees pulling it one way while he works my clit with his tongue. Bridget has her body between my legs holding my other leg spread as she slides the breadstick out of me and replaces it with her tongue. I buck helplessly against their mouths and then Bridget slides her fingers into my puss, fingering me rapidly until I shriek and cum stronger than I ever have before. I am bucking and shaking on the table and I can feel my pussy flooding Bridget's hand with my wetness. When I come down I am blushing a deep red even as Bridget trails her girl-juice covered hand back up my body before trailing the musky juice over my lips. I think she is trying to humiliate me and my heart sinks but then her lips cover mine in a sensual kiss, dragging my musky taste into my mouth and then back into hers. She bends down by my ear and whispers “well that was fun, wasn't it”. I slowly sit up and make out Eddie's voice still commentating, “well boys and girls, it don't get much hotter than that little production, does it!” This time I am inclined to agree with him! I get up off the high top and I give Bridget a big hug and then I give her boy a big hug and whisper in his ear “what's your name lucky winner?” I just don’t wanna lose your friendship. I had a hard time standing so as my cock deflated and slid out, I fell into the chair. I held Brandon’s arm as we walked down the narrow backstreets of Drastin. "I know how mom is . . . Many shots showed a cock pulled from her pussy or ass and focused on the amount of cum leaking from her. I was going to show all the women of my mosque, of my town, that they didn't have to serve their husbands. Grinning, CGB looked down at her naked on the bed. He was still a good two hundred feet from the rear fence when I decided to stop him. I woke up that morning, on top of my bed with the room curtains open and a man looking into the room. ‘I’m cumming’ I warn her but rather than ease off she sits back and drives herself hard and deep upon my cock and moaning through gritted teeth I feel her vibrator wetness as she orgasms busty and I shoot my seed deep inside her, practically shouting masturbate as I do so. But, even in her habit; which I learned she was not authorized to wear, but no one had the nerve to Fingering tell her about it; she became very much more affectionate with me and began to share very short expressions of interest in things about us. The big black doorman stood a few feet away, eyeing her with undisguised contempt. Damn he thought I guess she got me with that third set. A panic fluttered through me. If I didn't trib her, he would hate me. “What's tribbing, Billy. I get an old familiar response just like when I’m nursing... The biting comments stopped almost completely, and when they did crop up they were not as harsh. Jason Momoa a lot. “Whoa, that is pretty scary,” she said, “This should earn you a promotion when it’s done,” He looked at Mitch pussy with a bewildered expression then leaned against a tree. - What ...?