My romp with Salim Ahmad 3

I witnessed his chest as it extended outwardly, causing jagged breaths to escape his lips. He watched in silence as my muscles tightened and loosened. Finally, a moan filled the air and he couldn’t resist his inner demandings any more. He wasted not a second longer and delved right into my sticky, hot, filled vagina. His fingers, too, explored the inner walls of my cavity, but unlike Salim’s my husband’s fingers were enveloped by a thick, tacky, living glob of seed which was not his own. His fingers danced inside, enjoying the thought of his fantasy finally coming true. Lying back, I watched and enjoyed my lover’s delight in my overflowing vagina. He removed his fingers, brought them into better light, and rubbed them together, feeling the cum slide between his digits. When he finally found himself satisfied that way, with great urgency mounted me. His small little penis was already harder than ever when he held the tip of it to my vagina. He rubbed his head into my lips. He parted my sticky lips with his head and slid his organ into my pussy ever so slowly. I could feel the semen inside me get pushed out by this other organ’s displacement.