07-03-2019, 04:20 PM
She laughed her own pleasure at his cumming - it seemed to enhance her own pleasure. She fucked down, again and again and again.
The professor softened faster than he normally might have leaving Nalini short of her full pleasure. She smeared herself on his rapidly dwindling crotch rubbing herself hard and fast on him. She quivered and shuddered as her pussy responded with tremors that gave her some of the pleasure she needed.
As she collapsed on top of her husband she kissed him deeply, leaving Sheela in no doubt that, even though stripped of all her clothing, smeared with their juices and watching the professor and the 'madam' completely nude in her presence, she was an outsider.
Man and wife, woman and husband clung to each other. They shivered, shuddered, trembled caressed and spent every little bit of juice that they had for each other.
Sheela sat and watched, the rank outsider. Spent as she had been, drained as she was, she felt a hungry vacuum between her legs. That spurting cock should have spurted in her, she felt. She wanted that man. The aching hunger between her legs belied the fuck-fest that had just gone by.
But the professor and his wife had eyes for no one. Not for the nude girl sitting like a Japanese tea drinker next to them. And Nalini had long forgotten the wide-eyed and desperate Sunil far away.
They drank and consumed each other as both Sunil and Sheela plotted their own next steps to pursue their own independent needs.
The professor softened faster than he normally might have leaving Nalini short of her full pleasure. She smeared herself on his rapidly dwindling crotch rubbing herself hard and fast on him. She quivered and shuddered as her pussy responded with tremors that gave her some of the pleasure she needed.
As she collapsed on top of her husband she kissed him deeply, leaving Sheela in no doubt that, even though stripped of all her clothing, smeared with their juices and watching the professor and the 'madam' completely nude in her presence, she was an outsider.
Man and wife, woman and husband clung to each other. They shivered, shuddered, trembled caressed and spent every little bit of juice that they had for each other.
Sheela sat and watched, the rank outsider. Spent as she had been, drained as she was, she felt a hungry vacuum between her legs. That spurting cock should have spurted in her, she felt. She wanted that man. The aching hunger between her legs belied the fuck-fest that had just gone by.
But the professor and his wife had eyes for no one. Not for the nude girl sitting like a Japanese tea drinker next to them. And Nalini had long forgotten the wide-eyed and desperate Sunil far away.
They drank and consumed each other as both Sunil and Sheela plotted their own next steps to pursue their own independent needs.
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