The sounds bump on penises became louder, the movements wilder and the frenzy bump on penises of hands more uncontrolled.
I watched as my wife fondled her own breasts, teasing and squeezing her nipples.
Running her fingers through the hair of the female who was buried between her thighs.
As I surveyed the scene, I bump on penises saw her friend fingering herself and felt an overwhelming desire to lick her pussy as her ass was swaying high in the air.
I watched as she inserted a finger in and out of her dripping puss and found bump on penises myself leaning her way.
As I turned back I saw my wife smiling at me, sucking on a finger and rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
With that, my wife took over.
Not a controlling woman, I had watched her orchestrate the entire event from start to finish.
She rolled her friend over and found her way between her friends thighs as if she had done it thousands of times before.
She licked with a passion as her friend moaned her name and directed her to her hot spots.
It was if my wife was starving and the source of life lay between her friends thighs.
Hands switched back and forth from hair, to breasts, to thighs to tongues.
It was nothing beyond unimaginable the sensuality that filled the room.
Her friend seemed to be in total bump on penises ecstasy and my wife seemed to feed on every moan, every flex of her friends muscle.
What a vision.
Being bump on penises a paranoid guy, I heard a noise and went to the window to check it out.
Nothing was outside and the sound most likely came from inside my head.