I spread her fetish knee high sock pussy lips and licked passionately, moaning against the burning, soaking flesh as she mirrored my fetish knee high sock actions. The pleasure was growing and building, reaching that shattering pinnacle. My whole body was fetish knee high sock on fire. "I'm going to cum," I stammered into her, sucking harder. "Me too," she cried. "Soon." I wasn't going to let myself go until she did. I pulled back from her tongue a bit, holding until I heard her moans turn to screams, and we fetish knee high sock came in a smooth, drunken, hot unconsciousness. She scooted up next fetish knee high sock to me, playing with my hair. We both lay with our heads in our hands, smiling at my boyfriend, who had stripped down to his boxers. A string of cum trickled down his pants, thrown on the floor.
Once a couple of years ago, I even asked Laura to lick my asshole. She hesitated a bit, until I assured her I would clean up as well as I could. When I came back from washing, pulled my legs back as far as they would go and Laura licked my butt, it was one of the weirdest, most fantastic sensations I'd ever experienced. So, anyway, my wife knew I liked having my butt played with, and her finger wiggled around a little in my tight little hole, while her mouth and tongue did some major fetish knee high sock work on my cock. The combination was getting me close, but I was trying to hold back, since I wanted to cum in her pussy. I caressed Laura's long, reddish hair and said, "Hold on, baby, I want inside you.