I was stunned for a min there and when I was back I rushed to my quarter and got in my bed for whole day. I was thinking about her the whole day. The ...cene was circling around my eyes. Her hairs were wet and hanging to her tits, her tits looking bigger due to bath and water dripping off from her body and the sexist navel which was ever seen by me till that time, shaven pussy with pink pussy lips, white thighs shaven. I can’t sleep at night also as my penis was bulged and that time I don’t know. The pair of them stood there, kissing passionately for some time, their tongues exploring each others mouths, as their hands began to run over each others bodies. Sophies head spun with nerves as she ran her hands over Julias breasts, still encased in her lacy bra, and she wished she could stroke the bare skin underneath, but she didnt dare take the lead and remove it herself. As if she had read her mind, Julia reached behind herself and, without breaking the kiss, unclipped the bra, pulling it. She shuddered as I fluttered my tongue up and down her thick pussy lips. I licked and lapped at tangy delight. Her boobs jiggled together.“Kurtis!” she moaned. “Oh, Kurtis, you are a wicked man. I should be helping my husband.”“But you would rather be here getting your cunt devoured.”“Yes!”I grinned and devoured her cunt with hunger. Her married twat tasted delicious. I fluttered my tongue over her folds. Then I thrust into her. I soaked in her tangy delight. Her passion mixed with Lasla's. “I listened to…most of it…pretty much…all of it to be perfectly honest.” Here there was a long pause as reddening she attempted to marshal her thoughts; of course, I was enjoying this and had not the slightest intention of interrupting (or helping) her. “I want to apologize to you…and to assure you that I don’t listen in…that I…never have listened to…” “If you’ve never listened in on a conversation before, why did you listen to ours” said I slightly more sternly than intended. “Well, it…I.
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