I sucked on her hood and flicked her aroused clit with the tip of my tongue. Donna was clearly enjoying herself. Her hips would grind every once in ... while. She would run her fingers through my hair grabbing a handful. I was lost! At this point I was naked, kneeling under the dress of my wife’s good friend eating her like I would my wife. Once the pussy was thrust right there in my face I guess I just went into an automatic mode. Donna didn’t taste much different than my wife. Her lips. I had on a skirt, with no panties and he seemed pretty pleased to find that out. I saw the bulge in his pants instantly grow when he made his way to my pussy. He leaned over in the car and started kissing on my neck, pulling my hair a bit in the back with one hand, while barely touching my pussy lips. I kept shifting my hips wanting more, but he was enjoying teasing me. Finally he pushed a finger inside of me. He started whispering in my ear, saying how beautiful my pussy was, how much he. More

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