Wild argument ends with wild fucking

It was definitely a pussy. As sweet and clean and unblemished as you could imagine. Hairless, as is the way of all desert people, and again with that lingering scent of cinnamon, it tasted absolutely divine as my tongue explored the soft, dark textured folds of her labia. When I wasn't making the motions of licking her sex up and down, she did it herself, bobbing her knees slightly in this little rhythm, as she washed her wet pussy up and down my face. She was all but gasping by then, and when I grabbed her thighs and pushed my tongue into her, meeting a warm, wet, firm ridi little resistance before she blossomed open for it, she grabbed the back of my head and commenced to orgasm on the spot, her pussy walls clenching around my tongue. Was it different than one of my own kind? I had no way of knowing. I had never been with a girl of my own, but what happened with that Jawa girl left me stunned and drunk with ecstasy. In that moment, her body released such a torrent of pussy juice, it was all I riding cock could do to keep up. Even then I didn't manage it, so she thrust my face back out of her crotch, giving out what amounted to a Jawa type little snarl, and her pussy, to my utter shock, squirted hard not once, but twice, right out at me, striking me in the face and throat and spurting down over my shirt, where it immediately soaked in to the dry fabric. A third little spurt of clear juice came out much depleted and splashed on the floor between her boots, more than it did on me. She all but collapsed back against the table when it was over, letting go of my hair and breathing harder than I was. She had to hold herself up by her hands, needing the table edge for support. Her cute little knees were almost touching as her orgasm finished washing through her, having nearly made her double over at it's intensity. For my own sake, I didn't want to stop, and I was rubbing her thighs warmly as she recovered. It like I was coaxing her through it. I had long since came in my own pants, and as she stood there so intimately exposed to me, holding herself up, I just didn't want to stop. I leaned in and continued to lick her, and she shuddered with a small little gasp of pleasure as my mouth slurped on her sensitive, wet lips. She was talking again, hesitant, in a slightly heavier, almost drunk tone, and when I insistently sucked on her pussy lips, she giggled again and said something that was obviously a question. I ignored her. We had been in here less than fifteen minutes. I just didn't want to stop. All I could do was nod. I barely registered her resting her hand on top of my head, running her fingers through my hair, followed by another question I didn't hear. I kept right on licking. Cleaning her. Tasting it for as long as I could. Then, almost gently, flexing out her sex a little for me, something else happened. She pushed up against my mouth and then a new flow began, a trickle at first, that grew socks in strength once it commenced, and as she positioned herself in my mouth and gently balanced bedroom there, I realized what she was doing. My first reaction was to pull away, in shock, but something overpowered me in that moment and I cast away all inhibition. I feel see my mouth buried up inside this flawless, wet, warm desert pussy, and I was eye to eye with her flat, sexy toned stomach and cute little belly button, so in that moment I hardly cared ,and enjoyed the rampant, taboo abandonment indian of it as she peed in my mouth, giving me moisture in what perhaps was a time offered fashion among her people. Two, then three times, her body heated, smooth tasting little urine filled up my mouth, and she giggled as I made to swallow each mouthful, small trickles escaping at the corner of my mouth and joining the wetness on my shirt. It was hardly unpleasant, slightly bitter, but hot in a clean, intoxicating way, considering the circumstances. Those circumstances were the realization I was drinking from her body in what was the most intimate way I could. That, and she was allowing it. She wanted me to do it. To drink her 'water'. And feeling that, I was surprised to find I wanted to drink it. I never knew I had such reaches of abandon in me. She had shown them to me. She begins to speak, but the guy starts up yelling. Sources of food and clean water became the subject of wars, with gasoline and ammunition worth more than their weight in gold. And as she felt him positioning her hand on his dick to jack him off as he fucked her face, she wanted to scream with fear and moan with pleasure. “Please don’t,” he said, as if begging had ever worked before. Great body and indian one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen…. He'd assured her it was just that he loved looking at naked women and had done bedroom so all his life. There are a few more .. She reminded me of my sister. I sucked Liz's pussy until I felt my cock ready to explode into Havana. “Hey, Mom, didn't know you were gay.” So it was decided that the Paella would be eaten on the rear patio table. “No.” I whispered, “Impossible.” Claire shudders, Surely she cannot endure the pain of having her nipples clamped while they are so swollen from riding cock the suction cups? Barbara leaned over to kiss Eli’s cheek and laughed. He planted his cock right on her face, and she immediately began licking and socks sucking his juicy balls. Trish quickly complied as ridi Karen grabbed the crop and smacked Trish's right tit. She feels the hot flesh of cocks rubbing across her flesh, pressing into her. I decided that the 15 minutes that it was going to be switched on was going to be heaven and hell. Cream gushed out of my cunt. Kelly began to wonder if she had bitten off more than she could... chew. Fuck me!”