Hem, horny french milf sodomized and double plugged with vegetables in the kitchen heighted and curvy, had ass and tits that belonged in porn. She had shoulder-length brown hair and matching brown eyes.
a little Barbie doll. But this Barbie doll was the dirtiest fucking slut. God, I loved her. Unnati was short, thin, but with a lovely ass. Her legs were toned, almost runner's legs, and her tits, while small, were perky, with perfect nipples.
She had dark, straight black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. My favourite feature of hers, though, was her smile, so sweet, deceivingly innocent, and those lips. It was summer, and the smell of aloe vera lotion wafted between us under the fan. We laid on the carpet of our apartment in just bras and panties, ate popsicles, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and a vodka shot every 5 minutes. As you can imagine, it didn't take us long to get drunk, and not much longer than that to get *very* drunk. Before long, F.R.I.E.N.D.S was just noise in the background, like the squeak of the fan above us.
"I need a cock," Hem complained idly, with a sigh. I smiled a little. Hem was *always* horny. "Why?" I teased. "What would you do with it? Would you do.*this*?" With that, I slipped my popsicle between my lips, swallowing it like I would a man.
I couldn't decide in that moment which was better—cold, solid, melting in my mouth, coating my tongue with the tart taste of cherry, or hot and almost spongy, hardening between my lips and seeping salty-sweet precum. The popsicle rewarded me for my efforts; I lost myself in sensation and fantasy, and I might have moaned around the dripping sweetness. "No," I heard Hem breathe. "I'd do.this." Her voice wavered as she said it; opening my eyes, I found her panties pulled to the side, her legs spread, and a very juicy-looking orange popsicle slipping into her cunt.
I looked over to Unnati, whose eyes were as enraptured by Hem's slit as I was. Without thought, I dropped my popsicle stick and crawled to Hem's feet. "Do you need some help with that?" I asked, my voice sounding husky in my ears. Hungry. Wordlessly, biting her lip, Hem nodded. Taking the stick from her fingers, I made a slow pump with the popsicle, which was now slick with both its own juices and her desire. My head dipped lower, and my mouth found the sticky mess of her pussy.
I know I groaned at the mingled taste of sweet and need. For a moment, I savored, licking up the mess, enjoying her moans and the small hitch of her hips every time my tongue neared her swollen clit. Then, fucking her faster with the popsicle, I gave phat ass and big boobs woman nailed good what she wanted, making light laps on her tender nub.
The purr I heard from Unnati was familiar; it reminded me of the noise she made when we watched porn together. So I wasn't surprised when she climbed behind me with her own popsicle—green, I think. She yanked down my panties impatiently, and pressed the cold, hard length of it against my opening. It stuck, a little, making me gasp, but then between my heat and wetness and Unnati's insistence, it slid inside.
Jesus, what a sensation! I happily ate Hem out as Unnati fucked me hard with the popsicle and strummed my little clit. Hem bucked beneath me, and I knew she was close, but the popsicle in my hand had melted to nothing.
With a growl of determination, I tossed the stick aside and replaced it with my fingers, slipping into her drenched insides with little resistance.
I pumped into her hard, fast, my mouth locking around her clit. She gasped and wriggled, then writhed, and finally humped my hand and my face, her sticky fingers tangled in my hair to keep me in place, her gasps and cries thanking me. Her cunt writhed around my fingers, dripping down onto the carpet, which was growing a large orange spot that both she and I were heedless of. By now, I'd started humping back against the popsicle's violation, my own grunts muffled by Hem's writhing.
But Unnati was jealous; she removed that delightful popsicle from my pussy, and only paused long enough to suck my juices off of it before laying down in front of me. I sighed as though it was a chore, but then grinned cheekily as I pulled her panties down and off. "Be right back!" Hem panted, rolling over and pushing to her feet, doing a little half-dance to the kitchen. I watched her delicious ass retreat, and then focused on the lovely little pussy I had at my mercy "Awww.Does it want some attention?" I chuckled.
I patted her slit with my hand, teen orgy party it was the most significant day of my life at how all her muscles clenched at once when I touched it. "Lick it. Please," Unnati whispered. I didn't need any more encouragement. She was already glistening with excitement; I could smell the musk of her, a heady smell that made my blood run hotter.
My head dipped down, and my tongue slipped between her lips, making a lock lick upward. Her breath escaped her in a long sigh, and all the tension in her body seemed to melt away. I made another lap, and another, each drawing closer to that cute clit. But before I could really get to business, I heard Hem's footsteps, and the sound of a wrapper being opened. Hem stood next to Unnati, unwrapping a grape popsicle. Knowing both Unnati and I were watching, she gave it a long lick and a theatrical suckle on the popsicle.
Then our eyes met, and we both loosed a small laugh as she handed it to me. Hem knelt beside Unnati, who had raised up onto her elbows. Pushing her bangs back over her ear, Hem bent down toward Unnati. Their lips met. Warmth pooled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. They kissed loudly, showing how their tongues tangled between their lips—for my benefit, I think.
Hem cupped Vaibhvai's breast, pinching softly on her nipple. As Unnati moaned, I grinned, and positioned the popsicle. "Now you'll see how it feels," I laughed, and shoved it inside her in one smooth motion.
Her back arched, her breast pushing into Hem's hand, her cunt pressing up against my thrust. Her mouth locked tight with Hem, her hands moving to the back of Hem's head and holding her close.
Gleefully, I fucked her with the popsicle, watching her fuck back. Her coos were quieted by Hem's mouth, but I could still watch her pleasure rising by the heaving of her nice luscious cutie loves cock in her anal, the rhythm of her hips.
The popsicle melted quickly inside the molten heat of Unnati's tunnel. I replaced it with my tongue, lapping up the purple juices, at first with hurried licks, and then with slower exploration. I could hear when their long kiss ended by Unnati's panting. The next time I looked up, Hem's mouth was clamped on Unnati's nipple, making long, slow suckles. Unnati met my eyes, her whole face glowing red.
We just watched each other, as I and Hem pleased her. Hem's hand focused on Unnatis's free tit, squeezing hard enough that it had to be a little painful. Unnati's only reaction was a low moan. My fingers slid into that slick and swollen pussy, two fingers stretching her tightness. Her head me xxx storys katrina kaif story back, exposing a throat I loved to kiss and nibble.
But Hem beat me to it, licking her way up Unnati's chest to suck on her neck. As I wiggled my fingers inside Unnati's cunt, Hem slid fluidly around to Unnati's back, hugging her close, letting Unnati rest on her lap.
Her lips moved along her shoulder and neck, finally nibbling on the little slut's ear. I don't know what Hem whispered into Unnati's ear, but I know that her pussy clutched tight around my fingers, and she gave a wavering groan. "Yes, please," she whimpered, fucking herself on my fingers as much as I was fucking her. "Please. Fuck." Her eyes were vacant pools of lust, heavy-lidded. Her face shown in flush, her whole body glimmering with sweat.
She was close. So, so close. My body ached in sympathy. But after taking another second to enjoy the view, I buckled down, slipping my fingers out of her, using my hands to steady her writhing form, and dove in. The smell and taste of grape popsicle surrounded me. In and around her cunt, along her thighs. But her smell and taste filled me, consumed me. My head was thick with the fog of want, want for her, want for her Hem, want for anything that could fill my aching slit. For now, I wanted one thing more than any other.
My tongue delved deeper inside her, straining to taste her, pure, undiluted.
Her hips jerked, her legs strained under my arms. Her cunt clenched and then flooded, and I got what I needed. Her. More, and more, always more of her taste, of her smell, of her rising cries and her pleasure. For long moments I held her fuckin on the boat hot blonde porn girl, sucking and licking and nibbling just a tiny bit.
I kept at her until she squirmed and pushed my head away, sucking in gasping breaths and laughing at the intensity of her climax.
I rested my chin just above her mound, taking in my own gulps of air. Hem watched us silently, but with a large smile. After I'd regained my breath, I tried to lift my head from Unnati's skin, my face pulling stickily. Looking at the other girls, I saw half-dried trails of popsicle and pussy juice all long thighs and pussies and hands.
"Shower?" I suggested, and the girls laughed with me. We helped each other up. Nodding at the several spots on the floor—one orange, one purple, larger than the rest—Hem said, "Cleaning that is going to be a *bitch*." "We can worry about that *after* the shower," I said, adding to myself: *after I get mine*. Hem and Unnati readily agreed, and together we headed to the bathroom.