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He reveled in the sensation, the tingling sensation, the little tickles that sent delightful ripples into his sac and loins. Her tongue was indian like a balm, a soother, a soft wet magical love that brought ecstasy to every particle to his skin. Now she was nuzzling between his legs, licking his groin very slowly, massaging his inner thighs. He found himself giggling foolishly, unable to contain himself, basking in her attentions. She rolled him over. He felt her face grazing his ass. Kiss my ass, he whispered, and soon the soft pucker of her lips was there. Her lips on his bare ass - the mere thought made each kiss a dollop of tender love. Anticipation burned in him like fire. Her hands moved to his buttocks and her gentle fingers slowly drew them apart. He felt the hot breath inside him and knew that could mean only one thing. Her tongue entered his asshole. The sensation that arises when a woman's tongue is licking inside a man's ass cannot be easily described. Perhaps the best metaphor is that of a wheel of pleasure, a loosening that turns the insides into jelly and the mind into a blazoned electrode of passion. Waves of sensations spread from his ass, deep inside him, into the depths of his body and soul. He screamed, and screamed again, unable to contain himself, scarcely able to fathom the waves of raw joy that permeated his being. Her tongue probed deeper, deeper, impossibly deeply into his asshole, with no hint of hesitation or shame or prudery. After several moments we could see them poking their heads around the corner as if trying to decide how to make the trip from their secluded area to the open area of the pool and the fifteen-foot open area between. She should have thought of those things too! Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. The only noticeable locks were on her stiletto heels. He kissed the side of my face and whispered into my ear again. After she cheated on him. Mary Barnes isn't going to jump on my dick and make it an incestuous threesome. After a few minutes we both grabbed our towels indian and walked, naked past their room to the shower. He trailed kisses from her lips down to her navel. Ever since I was a little girl, whenever my Dad spanked me for being a bad girl, I used to get these funny feelings, not the pain, but I suppose that that must have had something to do with it. I was looking directly into her eyes. I asked myself. My tip broke new ground inside her, parting her tender resistance, her sphincters pulsing around me, squeezing me, milking me. I passed the third ring, and her shithole swallowed me to the base. Did that mean he had a big cock? They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion. Again, just like her sister, the areas around her dark pink nipples were creamy white. She reached across the table and put her hand on my arm, "Honey, never apologize for having a short fuse. Deb's hips started jerking forward in time with the expansion and contraction of the red circle in front of her. Which, I must say was seriously turning me on.