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My wife, the expert cocksucker that she was, inhibited her gag reflex and breathed easily through her nostrils, her chest and shoulders rising and falling in rhythm. I slid one hand down beneath the front of her minidress and squeezed her firm breast. In response, Amanda murmured and sucked hard, jerking her head back as she did so. Her little maneuver sent a wonderful sensation surging through the lower half of my body, causing me to twitch and moan all over again. Veins were threatening to burst out of my cock when Amanda finally slid me out of her mouth. Looking up at me angelically, she wiped a thick trail of slime off her chin. I expected her to pause and collect herself, but she swallowed me again instantly. Amanda latched onto my hips, as much for support as to hold me still, and I was content to let her do all the work. I grinned as I looked out of our window. 25 floors below, I could discern pedestrians milling about, oblivious to what was occurring in our darkened room. But in my mind, I imagined a Indian Girls Fucking throng of spectators had gathered and were watching us perform. Amanda was blowing me so incredibly that I wasn’t going to last much longer. As amazing as our sex life was, there were still some things that Amanda absolutely refused to do or let me try. Sadly, anal sex was at the top of the list. However, if that was 1A, then 1B was prohibiting me from cumming in her mouth, on her face, or in her hair. Everything above her neck was what we comically referred to as the “no fly zone”. Before I could commit the ultimate mistake, I frantically tapped Amanda on the shoulder. She automatically understood my warning and detached herself from me. The “no fly zone” may have still been in effect, but the rest of her body was fair game. Creaming her tits and tummy--- or her ass, if we were in the correct position--- was never a bad consolation prize. Amanda wrapped both hands around my girth and jerked furiously. I howled like a wolf, not caring who could hear or who I might disturb as she jacked me all over herself. She cackled as I desecrated her, and I always found it unbelievably erotic when my wife reacted so gleefully during a lewd act. Her response combined with the sweet surging sensation caused me to shudder. I rose onto my tiptoes and arched my spine backwards while spunk continued to stream of my cockhead. It was one of the hardest orgasms I could remember. After I spurted my last drop, I looked down. The lights of the city trickling in through the windows casted a muted glow on my wife’s kneeling form. Even in the dimness, semen glistened clearly all over her body. And all over her minidress. Already my penis was getting hard again. “Oh fuck, Mandy. That’s so hot. That is so fucking hot!” I was so awed and excited by her filthy appearance that I babbled like an idiot. My wife giggled, which made me even hotter for her. She slumped onto the carpet and rested her back against the window. “I had a feeling you’d like that,” she admitted proudly. “And you accuse me of being a pervert!” “Well,” Amanda began drily, “I know how much you love this dress!” My wife had no clue how her spunkiness and sense of humor drove me insane during these moments. She made my cock hard again without even trying. She picked up the phone in her room and I could tell her Mom didn't hang up right away and was listening. Julie screamed as I passed through her tight little sphincter and moved upward even further. After I park my car behind her Mercedes, I walk up and knock on her white door. Two things though, don’t get fucking knocked up and you have to tell me what you did.” “So then maybe you didn’t fuck her hard enough.” Olivia boldly continued. “Yes, I can’t see any reason why not.” His head bent forward and he stared at the dashboard. Nothing else mattered. In response, I began to suck it vigorously the way a child sucks a lollipop keeping it inside his mouth. They didn't want to make money on me, they just wanted the house cared for while it appreciates in value. Roo’s forelimbs exerted pressure on Mollie’s hips, both Indian Girls Fucking pinning her down in place, and pulling her backward toward his jackhammering thrusts. “Young, dumb and full of CUM!” Next it was my tablet then adjusting everything so that I thought there would be a clear line of vision from everywhere that I wanted. "I want you to rub yourself on your brother's mouth and nose Anna," Jeff told Anna. Once Charlie was dragged into direct combat, it was over. We didn’t have to report to my house for her house arrest to begin for a few more hours.