The art of sucking boobs 7

I had to be in here. Wahida rose with me, her face dripping with sweet cream. She shifted to the side as she seized my dick. She stroked my shaft as she kissed me, her lips tasting of delicious pussy. I groaned into her mouth while Fahima whimpered nearby. “Yes, yes, Wahida's lining up Nova's cock at your pussy, my delight,” moaned Fahima. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed her squirming on her fellow wife's mouth. “She's going to breed you, Allah willing!” I broke the kiss with my wife and moaned, “Allah willing!” My wife grinned at me as she pressed my cock against the hot, milky silky embrace of Rizwana's pussy. I groaned at the caress of the older woman's silky flesh against my dick's crown. My breasts quivered, my blonde hair swaying about my face. Wahida leaned in, nuzzling aside my blonde hair, and whispered into my ear, “Breed her, my love. My beautiful Nova. Explode in her.” “Yes!” I moaned and thrust forward. I rammed to the hilt in Rizwana's married twat. The imam's wife squealed into Fahima's snatch. I shuddered, that wonderful, juicy delight engulfed me. I savored being in a woman's pussy again. I survived. I had another chance to breed a sexy wife. “Allah, thank you!” I moaned to the creator of all. He made futas. He gave us these wonderful boobs dicks so we could please his women. “Yes, yes, sucking yes!” “Breed my sister-wife!” groaned Fahima. She leaned forward and cupped my breasts. She squeezed them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. I groaned, trembling as she massaged my pale tits. “Give her the gift you gave me.” “Yes!” I moaned and leaned forward. I kissed one of the imam's wives as I fucked the other. Fahima's lips melted against mine. She tasted Rizwana on natural me, that juicy flavor that currently bathed my thrusting futa-dick. I slammed forward hard, my cock burying over and over into juicy twat. My breasts jiggled. My pussy clenched. This wild, wanton, wicked heat surged over me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Fahima's. The younger woman whimpered into the kiss as Rizwana feasted on Fahima's pussy. Wear normal bikinis tomorrow. As her hand grabbed my now sensitive cock, I milky let out a low groan staring right in Taylor’s eyes. Ray asked me about school and what courses I was taking. “I’m gonna come, Brian,” Ashley groaned. Was that an invitation, Deana wondered? 'How the fuck are all of these kiwi girls so damn smart! He was not as wild this time, he was softer and more caring and he was more relaxed. Jenny grabs my arm and sits next to me on the sofa. “Yes Sir.” It takes some time for Diana to recover from the orgasmic throes. Happy boobs hunting! Oh, and you added more. She pulled back from Stacey's aroused sex. "Yes, Mr. natural Smith. When the bell sucking rang signaling the end of classes she breathed a sigh of relief.