She took her hand away from her breast, and from Fiona’s head, and she clenched both fists and twisted her forearms, across her chest, crying out. We’re on a roll, now.”
It wasn’t long before she started to arch her back, and I heard her say, “That’s getting better, that’s getting better, Wayne. Fiona looked at both of us and said, “Look, I walked in here, and you’re in the dark. “There, happy now?” she said with a smile. Then, I gently moved her legs apart, to allow myself room to put my face to her pussy, and Louise grabbed two footstools for Fiona to rest her feet on, and Fiona put a pillow under her head, so she could watch us. I used my hand to guide my cock into her pussy, and I even though it was oozing with her juices, it felt a little tighter than I expected. She turned, and dropped to her knees, and actually sniffed the middle cushion of the couch. I took a few strokes before I was fully in, and Fiona’s pussy was a snug fit, and very wet.
