XXX Categories:

Orgy XXX Videos

Hard charging executive gets a lesson in leadership.

The straining I felt in his cock as it prepared itself to ejaculate, the stream of thick liquid shooting from it, the splash of warm cum on my breasts and the feelings as I rubbed it in with the bulbous head of his engorged cock. There is something so wonderfully dirty and amazingly sordid at having a man cum on your body, especially your breasts. I can't quite put my finger on why or what, but women do fantasise about it and most, I think, welcome a man emptying themselves on her.

He went to talk but I shook my head and continued running his erection over each breasts concentrating its head on my nipples that were now alarmingly hard just as I knew they'd be from when I used my vibrator on my bed visualizing this moment.

Unlike the mainly older men I'd been with, both within my marriage, my forty eight year old husband, and outside it, the small number of late forties and early fifties, with whom I had 'strayed', his penis didn't go completely soft, just a little less hard than it had been. After a few moments, I wondered whether it was now time, to try to freshen that back to its fullness.

I placed it between my breasts and sort of wrapped them around it looking down at the tip that was sticking out from between its soft covering. It was close enough for me to reach with my tongue and as I massaged the sides with my boobs, revelling in it sliding in and out of them lubricated him with his own cum; I licked the very tip several times. It was wonderful and so gratifying to feel it twitch and come to life again, just as the fantasy had indicated. It was even better to see and feel the hardness returning, the straining coming back and his hands grabbing my hair.

I stood up letting the blouse fall away from me but still held in the waistband of the skirt. My breasts were completely bare and still splattered with his semen the hard, erect nipples glistening with it as I took his hands and place them on my tits; they felt good. He rubbed and stroked them making moaning grunting sounds as his fingers explored the soft pliant and such sensitive flesh. As he did that I was, just as I'd planned, holding his cock rubbing it gently as I coaxed it back to its full readiness.

And then the fantasy took a very different turn. My imagination had created a new dimension. I visualised a completely new element to it. In my mind, a totally new event happened.

"Hey is this a private party or can anyone join in?" I heard a man's voice with a heavy accent ask. But it was not the man who was caressing my breasts and whose now wonderfully full erection I was holding against the red plastic covering my tummy. No, it came from the entrance to the shelter where, as I looked up, I saw another man. The man I was holding turned and said.

"Hi Carl, I'm sure you can join in but our lady doesn't want us or her to talk."

At first, the fantasy had told me that I would panic. But strangely I didn't. I think it was the first man mentioning not talking that did that. I simply looked at the second man measuring him up and yes, he was young, yes he was well built and attractive and yes, I may well have chosen him had I seen him by himself in the bar. He was slightly familiar and of course, as in the fantasy, he had been talking to the first one at some time in the evening.

I watched as he came over to us and standing behind me he put his hands around me and cupped my breasts shoving himself against my bottom.

2019 © xbuzz.pro. All Rigths Reserved. All models were 0ver 18 y.o.