My jaw dropped as my wife kissed Yasmine hard on the lips. Milf sex Yasmine moaned loudly about my dick. I almost came as the intense bliss rippled through my cunt. Flashes of Riad fucking her in my form, the black cock reaming her pussy, stretching her open, shot through me. I leaned back into my lover’s broad, swarthy chest. Xandra let out a purring song, slurping down the juices. She leaned over and flicked her tongue across my pink nipple, bringing a gasp from me. My balls ached. I was so bad. Mounds of sand lifted around her. My cock throbbed. I licked through her sweet folds, driving my tongue into my wife’s snatch. We burst into the room. We must merely wait for her to return and then arrest the miscreant. “There, you should be in control,” Faoril said, her words distant, barely registering through the rage. I remembered her kneeling on the training sands, sucking my cock because she lost our duel, her red hair spilling in a waterfall of fire about her face.
