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Then she raised her shoulders up until she was kneeling with her knees wide-spread, head thrown back, chest forward, and tits completely exposed. She slid her hands up her thighs and down in front of her pussy, resting them against the bed and pressed her arms together to accentuate her cleavage. The men were speechless, frozen in ocular pleasure as their minds reeled at what they were seeing. The wife stood and planted her feet shoulder width apart in profile to the men, leaning her head back, thrusting her chest forward, and closing her eyes. The other woman crawled off the bed and knelt at her feet, running her hands from the wife’s knees up her thighs to her waist and leaning in to her crotch. Her breasts swayed under her arms as she took the thong into her mouth and flicked the exposed clit with the tip of her tongue. The wife’s eyes were still closed and she was not expecting the other woman to remove her thong with her mouth, let alone lick her clit. Her body tensed in shock for a moment, then relaxed as she leaned her hips into the capable mouth that was creating this incredible feeling in asian her loins and let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was over far too quickly as the other woman took the thong in her teeth and slowly lowered her body to the floor. Ultimate willpower was exhibited by the men just to keep from cumming in their boxers as they watched the spectacle. The wife snapped back to reality with a sleepy smile and stepped out of her thong with a cheerful sigh. Crossing one leg behind the other she posed in front of the men wearing nothing but her high heels while the other woman got up and japanese joined her. They held each others waists with one arm and threw their other arms up in the air like they had just performed a magic trick. As far as the men were concerned, they had. The next hand went the way of the two pairs of bouncing breasts. The men happily got up and stood in the center of the riding room, staring at their mostly naked women for a moment before stripping. Their boxer shorts didn’t hide the size of their members, and sliding them down to oriental their ankles was just a matter of course. The heads of their dicks bobbed as they escaped their confinement and swelled to a thick, shiny purple as the women watched smugly. The men ran their hands up and down their well-muscled torsos, flexing and strutting. The other man cupped his balls and the husband sent some hip thrusts in the women’s direction with wink at each of them. The men returned to their seats, naked and hoping to beat the women in the next round. Another round of vodka and another hand of cards had them all touching themselves to try to distract and entice their opponents. The men sat with their legs spread, holding the bases of their cocks while they acted like they were looking at their cards. The other woman similarly sat pinching her nipples with one hand as she pretended ten to look at her cards, breathing heavily and letting out soft gasps with each pinch. The wife laid her hand face up on the table and thrust her tits out over them, petting her chest and cupping her breasts as she pretended to inspect her nipples. The husband looked back and forth between them, then stood, struck a relaxed pose, and lightly caressed his balls a few inches above the table while he focused on playing the cards in his other hand. The other man stared at the wife’s breasts, breaking only to watch the other woman whenever she moaned or gasped. Since the husband was the only one paying any attention to the card game, the men won. The women slammed their last two cards onto the table, grinned wryly at their defeat, and strutted to the center of the room. The wife, wearing nothing but her black and white stiletto ankle shoes, stuck her hands in her hair, her arms above her head, and daintily walked a circle around her teammate several times. The other woman stood sideways on tiptoe with her feet spread and bent over at the waist, keeping her shoulders back. She ran her hands over her tits and torso, around her ass to the top of her fishnet stockings. Her hands stopped briefly at her pussy to pull her asscheeks apart as the wife stood behind her, thrusting her hips and moaning for the benefit of their audience. Then the other woman slid her hands down one leg, stripping her stocking down to her ankles as she went, and repeated the process down her other leg. When she was finished she stood up, bringing first one foot then the other up to her ass and removing the stocking, tossing it aside. Wearing nothing but string bikini panties she blew the men a kiss and winked. Then the wife kicked off her shoes, playfully smacked the other woman on the ass, and sat back down. She had obviously washed her pussy in the bathroom japanese when she was mending her makeup. I looked in the rearview mirror. My eyes squeezed shut. But, first please appraise me of what you think that I need oriental to know of your son.” “Can I see your computer for a sec?” I plunged into Karli, my pale crotch slapping into her dark rump. He smiled as he must have saw the white and red mix. The latest shounen, meaning comics for boys, might be collected into a thick ten monthly magazine such as Shounen Leap on convenience store shelves all over Japan. I riding got up and went out on the balcony where I asian found my room door key. Besides, it was sort of cute. The next two weeks, while mom was gone, was pretty much just an orgy. She would reward me by letting me eat her ass and pussy. They’ve been open since as long as I can remember… "Don't be a sissy, the thrill about avoid getting caught is part of the charm," Ronja said. “Dismissed, Unteroffizier.” Julie gasped and quickly opened her mouth and started to lick the large head. She was a sweet girl with a memory like an elephant, but tended to be a bit of a downer at times. Stacey moaned as the grip around her neck tightened, as Matt began to choke her.