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Even at this age, this married woman and her husband wanted to do something strange. They would spice up their sex life to keep them active and young. So, after seeing some porns, he feels that he wanted to make his wife cum fingering her. She too agrees and spreads her legs showing her shaved cunt. He spreads the pussy lips and begins to fuck one hole.
She already has a dildo inside the top one and begins to moan when he increases the speed. You can see that she goes out of control and starts squirting. He collects every drop in a cup and leaves the place. But he comes back soon and continues fingering her.
As their coupling continued my wife started to moan louder and louder and her breathing became ragged. I knew that this was the precursor to her having an orgasm and it wasn’t long before it was full upon her. Anita suddenly screamed out and arched her back so that she was pressed up against him as he continued to plunge into her willing wet cunt. As she came down from her orgasm she smiled up and begged him moaning not to stop… They continued moving toward a mighty climax and I just watched spellbound as the fucking session continued. I was snapped out of my trance by the frantic moaning of both of them. Sweat was rolling down the black man`s back as he strove to reach his own release. His thrusting was getting really savage and Ana was making some guttural sounds as he pounded into her. Suddenly I noticed he was staring at me again with his questioning eyes. I immediately knew that he wanted my permission to come inside my wife´s cunt. Of course I found myself nodding again to. His fashion sense seldom went farther than jeans and a t-shirt. He saved his money instead of spending it on lavish gifts or fancy dinners. He wasn’t blessed with a silver tongue and the ability to seduce with a single, well-spoken line. Girls like Avril didn’t date geeks like him and he had never asked for an explanation. He was happy being her friend, a true friend, one without conditions. ‘Would we still be friends if something happens?’ ‘Maybe,’ she said, flashing that same playful grin she had used earlier, the sly smirk he knew he couldn’t trust. She was testing him, forcing him to think less and act more. ‘I hate you,’ he said, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers, taking a kiss from her instead of reacting to one she had initiated. As her lips parted, he knew he couldn’t steal something freely offered. He relaxed, releasing his apprehensions about whether their lips belonged together. Right or wrong, this was happening and they both approved. A soft moan.
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