ex carla strip poker long version
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fond memories of strip poke. One night, me and my wife played strip poker with my brother and his wife. i won, everyone looked at me to decide what happened next. I went for my sister-in-law, leaving my wife to my brother. My wife instantly took my brother’s cock in her mouth. my brother’s wife objected to what was happening. as soon as she calmed down, my wife took my brother by the hand to our bedroom. Sister-in-law left, i just watched as my brother went down on my wife, giving her an orgasm like i never had. he asked if she wanted to fuck, she looked at me and said, what should i do. I responded you’ve done everything else. She looked at my brother and said yes. He put his unprotected cock to the lips of her vagina and entered her. he kissed and sucked on her neck. she was wetter than i ever had seen, when he pulled out, his cock glistened from her wetness. He fucked her for over an hour and eventually, with her knees behind her ears, he unleashed deep inside filling my girl with his cum. It was hot. Next morning, he fucked her again she bucked her hips up to his trying to receive more of his sperm, when i came down her throat he finished inside of her again. I’m a luck man.
Gazing at her finely trimmed minge causes me to remember how much l loved going down on my beloved. Especially when she was in the midst of a telephone conversation with a sister, or close friend. l remarked about this one time when l was in the company of my best friend and his girlfriend. As luck would have it, l no sooner made the remark, and her mother called......She wasn't going to answer, let it go to voicemail, but l begged her on my knees to answer. (The young Lass was clad only in panties and a camisole. Her habit upon entering my home was to get comfortable, and to watch what effects her efforts had on me). Simultaneous to her "Hello Mom", l dove for the promised land. Deftly scooting aside the flimsy lace leg opening in the panties and inserting my tongue. Her discipline to remain calm on the phone with her mother were admirable......but lust eventually won out. She gave her mother a fleeting, "Talk to ya later" before going for my cocktus erectus........
