She remained there for a few moments, staring at my beautiful bare pussy, acutely aware that she had just eat out me once again. I continued to shake uncontrollably, my face still pressed against Neeta’s wet pussy. My cunt exposed above her face, my tits hanging down just above her stomach, watching my pretty face eagerly eating her out. I did the same, revealing my lace bra that cradled my firm, sexy tits. I pulled off him, letting the next spurt fly up into the air between me and Neeta, catching her across her forehead. They both could easily see the wetness on my pussy, and how obviously turned-on I was, being touched by Neeta like this. Immediately on arriving at our apartment, Neeta went to bathroom. My husband too knew this, as I told that I do not hide anything from him. He pulled my bra right off, and began squeezing my tits more forcefully. Neeta held his cock in her hand while I massaged his hanging balls. He, on the other hand, was unable to answer. I felt his body tensing for what was coming.
