Charlotte Stokely and Chloe Lynn’s Forbidden Desire

I touched her cheek gently. “Lick me, slut!” I purred. HQporner “Oh, wow!” she moaned, her hips spasming on my lips. “This…isn’t…” I silenced her with another kiss. Her breath exhaled rapidly on my pussy; I could feel how nervous she was. “She’s finally getting some satisfaction.”
“Oh, yes!” she purred. I figured her for another gold digger like me, marrying a rich executive for the easy life. “We won’t hurt you.”
“We’re just going to eat you up,” Lize cooed, taking her other hand. “Sharmuta!” roared the man. I kept kissing her, prodding her lips with my tongue, hoping she’d open up and let me in. He was young, early twenties, and the woman was probably his wife, and struggled to carry their purchases while her husband chatted away on his cell phone. “Preferably the nastiest, most depraved fucking we can have. She rolled her eyes and smiled. We served them, and had earned whatever amusements we desired. I licked her salty cheek, then captured her sweet lips for a third kiss. Lize kissed across her cheek, then pressed her lips against ours, thrusting her tongue, and we devolved into a sloppy, three-way kiss. She didn’t. Now stop resisting, or it will be much worse!”
“They touched my wife! My bustier had slipped, and I adjusted it, pressing up my round tits into an impressive cleavage. I tweaked my hard nipples, left bare by the bustier, and made sure my red-and-blue striped tie fell between my lush mounds. “Yeah.”
We played with Aaliyah all day long.