Cheating Andhra Wife

“I want to eat your cunt.” Donna said with a blunt vulgarity that seemed very appropriate for the situation. “Please Mrs. Fletch, eat me, fuck me, just make me cum.” The words coming from her young mouth made them even more erotic. Donna laid down on the floor, and Abby knew what to do. She stepped a stiletto to each side of her head, while Donna stared up at the cleft object of her desire. Abby slowly squatted down, bringing her pelvis to within inches of Donna's face, and hovered there for a moment. She reached between her legs with both hands, and spread her pussy gently apart, showing Donna her wet vagina, and her bright red clit. Then, slower than before, brought it down on to Donna's crimson waiting lips. Abby moaned as Donna went immediately to work, first licking deep inside this sweet youngster, savoring the beautiful taste, but ultimately getting busy on her clit. Donna ate fresh pussy while she had two fingers buried in her own wet cunt. It wasn't long before sweet little Abby was breathing heavy again, and started resting more weight on Donna's face. Donna indian could feel the level of excitement, and took things to the next level. The slick and well coated fingers that came from her pussy, soon found there way in to Abby. First her index finger slid perfectly up Abby's cunt from behind, it was a snug fit, and it made Abby groan loudly. Next Donna’s middle finger worked it's way up Abby's tight ass hole. This started Abby in to a fit of heavy, shallow breathing, mixed with loud moaning, and a nasty, almost slutty sounding high pitched groaning. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen, Jessica and I just watched. Less than a minute later, Abby's hands found their way behind Donna's head, and held her tight to her hairless cunt. Abby screamed out loudly, repeating “eat me, eat me, eat me,” until the words no longer could be understood. Her body shook, more convulsed, shaking violently atop Donna's face, as a stream of fluid escaped her cunt, and ran down the sides of Donna's face. “You have the entire town's support,” she said, juggling her address book as she worked to peel off her blouse. When the ladies were satisfied that they were as empty as was going to be, I raised up out of the way and Irma turned Glorene over on to her tummy in the same place that she had been. Actually, it didn’t take long and 2 girls, all wearing ultra-short, skater type skirts and baggy, crop tops emerged from the boat and walked to get a taxi round to the other side of the indian harbour. She was very much a talker. He started to slowly slide his hand along the length of my cock until he reached the tip. The two had not quite done this before. But she was acting a bit weird. Lexi withdrew her finger from my pussy with a wet slurp, causing me to mewl in protest. “Watch me fuck her.” The girls obediently pressed around the couple, three of them kneeling down so that they could get an even better view of their teacher’s open thighs and the stiff male organ that was standing between them. Gently I guided my cock to her hole and she closed her eyes. “How could a wife not know where her husband works?” her mother would practically yell at her every time they talked. Eventually, perhaps feeling my stare, she gently opened her eyes.