“The dancing stopped and there were muffled voices and the sound of ice going into glasses. The hand would still come petting every now and again. The smell of her pussy slowly began to change, from a delicious mixture of perfume and sweat, to the predominant odour coming from inside her pussy as juice began flow out of her crack.”
“This looked good. I hopped on. I was making my way over to her crotch when she suddenly stopped her piss short and stood up. There was no going back now. It was very light as I made my way to her crotch so I noticed a large familiar sack and something being waved out in front of it. My god! She was shaking this long thin cock over the bowl and wiping the end clean with scented tissues.”
