I Fuck My Wife And Her Friend

Jarushka's tongue is buried between Cecilia's soaked folds when the door cracks open. Her husband freezes in the doorway. For one heartbeat everyone's stunned silent. Then he licks his lips, grin spreading. Cocks out and nothing stops him. He grabs his wife by the hair, slaps his dick across her cheek, feeds her the whole length before yanking Cecilia closer. The girls swap spit around his shaft, giggling and gagging, tongues tangling while they coat him slick. He spins Jarushka around, spits on her tight ass, and drives balls-deep into that puckered hole in one hard thrust. Cecilia climbs on his face; he eats her dripping cunt while he pounds his wife's ass, thighs smacking loud. They switch fast; Cecilia straddles his hips, slams Jarushka's husband into her own rear while Jarushka sits on his mouth. The mattress rocks. Sweat drips. He flips both girls onto their stomachs, splits their cheeks, slams in bare and loud. Back and forth until the pressure breaks. He yanks free, strokes twice, paints both grinning faces with thick, heavy ropes that streak across cheeks, lashes, tongues. They laugh, lick, swallow whatever they catch, mouths shiny with spit and seed.