I pushed her up against the huge half-circular windows that overlooked the street and I started to kiss down her neck and beyond. Slowly I moved down, my tongue flicking over her pale skin. I took a few moments to give her nipples a good solid sucking before continuing towards my goal.
She eagerly spread her legs for me as my face neared her slit. I dove right in and she let out a wonderful little moan.
MMMMmmmm! She had lips for days! A girl could get lost sucking and licking all of that tasty pussy. It only took a few moments before I found what really drove her crazy.
I sucked on her clit, just over the hood, taking it in and out of my mouth as I vigorously pounded two fingers into her pussy.
When she came, she screamed. A deep, animalistic roar and a gush of hot pussy essence.
I reluctantly pulled my face away from her dripping pussy and switched places with her, my bare ass against the glass. I spread my legs wide for her. “Eat me. NOW!” I half commanded, half begged.
She dropped to the floor eagerly but hesitated. I placed a hand on her head and said, “Just lean in and use that extra-long tongue…” I shoved her face against my box and shouted, “…everywhere!”
Boy, was she good at following directions! Her tongue reached places I doubted I could reach with my own fingers! It was almost like having a super flexible cock inside of me. It probed in and out, licked around inside me in large circles.
Phil had walked up, now completely nude, to get a better view of his wife eating pussy for what I assumed was the first time. He seemed to really love the show too because he was barely even looking at me as he stroked his cock.
I couldn’t stand for that, I reached out and took his cock out of his hand and started to stroke it for him until he paid me some attention.
I pulled him close, put my arm around his neck, and gave him a sloppy wet kiss. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me as if he owned me. You know the kind of kiss where you just forget everything else in the world. Everything except Amanda’s wonderful tongue that is!
I was breathless as he pulled away from me. I bit my lip and turned around, still holding Amanda’s head against my pussy, and pressed my chest against the glass. Amanda continued to eat my box as I reached out and pulled Phil forward by the cock until he was standing right behind me.
With this new angle, Amanda’s tongue reached in even deeper. I was so close to cumming I was practically panting.
I bent forward and wiggled my ass at Phil then pushed his cock into Amanda’s mouth.
That’s when I heard it.
Stan. He was walking… no dancing down the street right below me. His tuxedo dirty and torn. And he was singing a song about women and how he doesn’t want a partner, he wants a wife.
“Fuck me,” I said in disgust at Stan.
He couldn’t hear me, but Phil sure did! He grabbed my hips, adjusted his cock, and thrust into me like an animal. With Amanda’s ridiculously long tongue she was able to vigorously lick my clit while Phil pounded away.
As I watched Stan sing his way down the street Amanda and Phil hit just the right spots together and waves of orgasm crashed over me.
My spasming pussy was too much for Phil and he exploded inside me. His cum oozing down into Amanda’s more than willing mouth.
Apparently, this was too much for Amanda who had been fingering herself this whole time and she started to scream out with her own orgasm.
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