The blue numerals showed 7:17 on the digital clock when Dwight's naked body wiggled between Gina and his wife Emily, giving her an intimate kiss. Dwight, in anticipation arrived highly aroused; after watching the salacious recordings his wife was participating in last night. Gina didn't hesitate; she twisted herself on the bed, remained on her knees, taking Dwight's already stiff shaft into her mouth.
"Morning wood is my favorite." Gina devoured the entire 6" thick dick, with a large purplish knob, before clamping her lips around the base of his shaft, his wide girth was nearly a stretch for Gina's mouth. Slowly sucking upward while she tenderly massaged his balls. A glance to her husband to see Emily performing fellatio on Ian's longer but skinnier dick.
Dwight's pudgy fingers started at Gina's knees and roved up her thigh, she moved her right knee, parting herself as his thumb separated her moist labia and disappeared, his forefinger wiggled on her clitoris, while his left hand kneaded her tit.
Several vigorous deep throat strokes before Gina changed pace and licked the entire length along both sides of his sperm tube and swirled her tongue around his corona. Several noisy slurps sucking his meaty glans, her fingers firmly wrapped around the hard obelisk, she twisted her hand as she tugged the saliva-soaked shaft upward, she tried poking her tongue into his pee hole while jerking him off.
Dwight's thumb found Gina's g spot and Gina was writhing with his rhythm. Moaning appreciatively, Gina lifted her head briefly turning to give Dwight a beaming smile, then gave the huge mushroom shaped tip a tender kiss.
Gina flipped around, keeping a hold of his cock, she threw her right leg over Dwight, swiftly straddled him, and impaled herself fully dropping on her newfound male toy. Gina smiled, wiggled her butt, and lowered to kiss Dwight, his arms wrapped around her, and they rolled their hips in unison.
As if she were in some sort of competition, Emily had been mirroring Gina's actions with Ian's erection, the difference was she was sitting on his face.
Not to be bettered, as soon as Emily saw Gina sit on her husband's cock, she squatted onto Ian's shaft and stroke for stroke was duplicating the carnal union beside her.
Emily expressed last night she might be a licentious nympho and Gina now thought maybe she had some jealousy issues and maybe needed to prove something.
Gina had no intentions of getting involved in anyone's drama, her and Ian just loved sex, the thrill of enjoying different partners for pure erotic pleasures of the flesh.
Leaning back, Gina's hands resting on Dwight's shins, she worked her hips back and forth then alternated to slow pulsing thrusts up and down. Pausing occasionally to squeeze Dwight's cock by tightening her vaginal muscles, occasionally making a circular hip motion, giving herself and Dwight a unpretentious delightful ride.
Emily was more aggressively bouncing on top of Ian like a hired hooker, focused on getting him off. Two cowgirls riding their mounts like jockeys side by side. Gina reached over, diddled Emily's clit, they exchange an open mouth kiss.
Dwight's animalistic growling grunts and jerking hips, as he was the first of the foursome to climax.
Gina and Emily gazed lustfully at one another, it truly looked like a mirrored image; their fingers fondling each other's clits, maintaining synchronized thrusts. Emily leaned across; they kissed passionately as they simultaneously climaxed.
Gina lifted herself from Dwight, retrieved a cell phone, pushed Emily's upper body onto Ian and told Dwight "DP your insatiable wife, while I record." After saying that I thought what have I done, the guys should trade holes, Dwight's huge knob should be in Emily's cunt and Ian's thinner shaft, although longer might be a better fit in her butt.
Dwight hastily moved behind his wife, aligned, and slid forcefully up her butt in one push. I gasped, he's got such a wide girth, and that bulbous head was much more than I've ever taken back door; she had no prep, no lubrication, save he just ejaculated in me. He obviously knew her capabilities as she didn't scream, let alone flinch. Emily reared her head and emitted an animalistic grunt then frenetically open mouth kissed Ian.
