A finger entered her ass smoothly stretching her, wetting her. She wondered if that was bush hunter next, to be fucked in her ass. The finger was deep in her ass, moving in circles, she thought, when two fingers entered her very wet pussy and began to fuck her. Her bush hunter hips moved by themselves, on auto-pilot, moving to find the right groove to receive what was being done to her. Sensations, she reminded herself in the midst of it all, it's all about the mixture of sensations. The taste of the bush hunter cum in her mouth, the feel of cooling juices dripping down her inner thighs, the feel of the fingers in her pussy, the feel of the finger bush hunter fucking her ass. All of it together, all of it mixed as one.
The grip of her sphincter is tremendous. She can loosen and tighten her grip but it doesn t give any more room than trying to fuck a bush hunter two-liter bottle of Coke. She was moaning in pain and gasping with pleasure. I was slowly plunging in and out of her now. Carlo could not be left simply sitting there watching. Why don t you eat my girlfriend, I suggested. Without hesitating he slipped between my thighs and under Megan s upstretched hips. She let out a large cry when he began munching on her clit. Cindi was lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her hands rubbed each of her nipples. Her hips swayed with the rhythms of Megans touch. Megan had her face buried in Cindi s pussy, trying to bring her to a gushing climax.