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Licking his shaft and down to his ball sac and then back up he was soon moaning. As my mouth moved up and down him I slipped a finger over his anus and he groaned again.Grabbing his cock in my left hand I pulled his foreskin back and licked his helmet, licking my middle finger I rubbed his anus, as my mouth engulfed his cock I slipped my finger up his bum, he groaned yet again. I moved myself up and down on his stem as I pushed my finger further up his anus, as I moved my finger in and out of him he was groaning louder.Moving my left hand from his cock I slid it up my skirt and onto the front of my knickers, I was very moist and getting wetter as I rubbed my clit as my mouth satisfied John as I fingered his bum. I knew that I needed fucking and needed fucking very soon. As John moaned I withdrew my finger and tickled his balls as my other finger was under the elastic of my knickers and touching myself.I was very close to orgasm, I stood up and leaned forward and kissed him, his. “Wow, those really are a nice set of tits, shall we start are talk with you disrobing and letting me play with them and feel you up?“Not yet” her reply to me, surprised me. I got up from the bed walked over to her and from the rear kissed her neck as I did I slipped my hand under her robe and cupped her breast lightly kneading it thru her bra. She didn't say anything just cocked her head making it easier to kiss her neck. I kept kissing her neck and lightly messaging her fabric covered tits. She seemed to really enjoy what I was doing, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing was becoming heavy.I whispered in her ear “I want to suck on your nipples, stand up and take your robe and bra off, then lay on the bed”She complied.I got on the bed next to her, I couldn't help but marvel at her perfect cone shaped tits pointing skyward. I leaned over her, and wrapped my fingers around one of those perfect cones, and kissed her on the lips. I moved my head down to her chest and took as much.
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