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She sank down as I followed, my futa-dick throbbing before me. Her hand grabbed my cock. She stroked me. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft as she licked her lips. My hands slid up her body to her breasts. I unhooked her bra as pleasure rippled down my cock to my juicy cunt. My cream leaked out, dribbling hot down my thigh as I drew off her bra. Her hand released my dick as I threw her bra to the side. Her breasts were small and cute. They were just so perfect. Little breasts that were topped by brown nipples. She had a brown birthmark over her left nipple. “That's cute.” “She's my heart,” said Talib from the corner. Wahida trembled and licked her lips. My hands cupped both her breasts as she grabbed my dick again. She pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick, sending such delight rushing down my body. My cunt clenched, juices spilling down my thighs. “Our wife has such delicious breasts, doesn't she?” I asked, my fingers kneading those small breasts, hearing her whimper. I loved the birthmark. “Yes, she does,” Talib said. He'd removed his headscarf, his hair short beneath. He undid his tie as he watched. The dark cloth whisked against his suit as he took it off. I smiled at him as I leaned down and sucked on his wife's nipple. Wahida gasped in delight as I sucked on her nipple. I swirled around her nub. Then I nibbled on her. She whimpered as her nipple throbbed in my mouth. My hands stroked her body as she whimpered. Talib stripped naked, watching me. I could feel his excitement. He was getting off by being cuckolded by a futa. My right hand slid down Wahida's hips to her panties. I slid into them. I was shocked to find her shaved. My fingers caressed her warm skin, reaching lower and lower. I cupped her twat. I rubbed her cunt. I caressed her, stroked her. My fingers slid up and down her shaved pussy lips. “Nova!” gasped Wahida. “Talib, she's... she's...” “Fingering your twat?” our husband asked, his voice throaty. “Is she making your pussy feel good?” “She is,” Wahida moaned. “I... It was the very best time I ever had." Only bad girls like it.” She looked at him, even more ashamed. “And Lord Darcy,” Lord Remington said as he looked past the old priest and saw the boy behind him. “But didn’t you say she hates the way you talk about boys and sex?” Looking closely at Sheila she just shook her head. I wanted his cum to spurt into me. I want to feel that rush of a bareback dick unloading inside of me. My thighs clamped about his waist. “You could say that,” she responded just before another powerful residual orgasm hit her, causing her body to jerk uncontrollably and a large flow of her girl juice to squirt out on the bed in front of her ass. Today, you will feel the need to go to the rest room. Would you rather have sex with me or him?” She said and leaned over the bar.
She looked around the bar room. The ground floor was a large windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the length of one side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a small stage; the rest of the tavern had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint. She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter. She must have moved fast, she thought. "Hi you must be Arleen, I'm Thelma." Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes; Thelma's eyes were pure green, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical. "Hi Thelma, pleased to meet you, shall I set up on the stage?" She asked. "Sure suit yourself." She acquiesced. "Where's Mel?" she half queried "She was right behind me, a moment ago, I thought she had slipped past me and was you, standing behind the bar." Arleen answered, grinning. "We don't normally do the 'twin thing' wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people.
Your big cock is such a turn on. Did Carly really want to make another bet? I said that it wasn’t necessary, and besides there was no one left to watch us. Soon enough she smiles and unzipping my pants pulling out my fat cock. I leave you for a few minutes to allow the anticipation to build. Both of them. Doors began banging open. So I’m not proud of how it ends.
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