“Well, ladies, whatcha say?” he said. “OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!”
The big black humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until it felt like she’d faint from the intensity of her sensations and she would have collapsed if Leroy hadn’t held her up by the hips. Indian sex . Now they lay quietly, still entwined; Cindy’s tongue tracing zigzag lines on his face and neck, the world slowly intruding upon them. Pussyjuice dribbled down Marcia’s thigh as she saw Cindy starting to suck on Uncle John’s cock; the glistening shaft disappearing all the way down her throat, then slowly reappearing an inch at a time. “Ooooooh,” she moaned, as the warm glow started to wash over her. Mary also dropped to the floor, her cunt still oozing, and kissed her husband tenderly. John and Mary Cummings stood by the pool, arm in arm, fully dressed, waving at the camera. Leaning over the couch he gently brushed the hair surrounding her pussy.
