She began purring as Lisa continued milking her pussy. She brought the sheet close to her nose and inhaled deeply, numerously, savoring the aroma of her juices. desi sex She stuck her tongue out and licked the enormous wet patch her pussy had made. Amy stared at the disappearing silhouette, wondering what Lisa’s boob size must be. Amy could do nothing but sit as a mere puppet and enjoy these new feelings. She began to nibble at it softly with bursts of violent tongue slapping. Lisa’s touch sent a wave of delight through Amy’s body and she could feel the blood rush to her pelvis. The frown on her face metamorphasised into a smile, a smile of contention, a smile of completion. She could suddenly feel the moisture building and the crotch of her panties turning wet. She lay in bed, sweat trickling from her brow, trying to fight this sudden upsurge of libido.
