Her taste was musky. It was a pleasant taste, a pleasant aroma as he sucked and fingered her. Her lips were puffy, slick with her excitement and her c******s was a fat nub, peeking out of her slit.
"I, oh Randy, I, I God! Aaieegh! Aaieegh oh God!" Justine gasped the shrieked loudly.
Randy did not fully hear Justine's squeal; her pudgy thighs had clamped over his head. Her orgasm was readily apparent though; his face was quite wet from her orgasm. When her legs fell away, he sat back and used his shirt to wipe her essences away.
"My turn," Rhonda demanded, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs. "Bet you can't make me scream like that."
"Probably not but I can try," Randy smiled and began to tongue Rhonda's sweaty p***y.
"I, oh, oh mother fucker no, that, that's cheating," Rhond
