1. I don't like cricket oh no I love it


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: whitewifeneedsbbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    see anything there. But they didn't know that I had a better view now as I could clearly see what was going on behind me in the antique mother-or-pearl inlaid mirror next to the TV set. As the game progressed on TV the sexually charged games increased on my couch. With the strong drink mixed with the sl**ping pills, within no time my wife was gone. She was now completely u*********s and had slumped back on the cushions. Oracle's hand was on her bare thigh and slowly inching towards her pussy. I noticed the crotch of her panties was wet with her pussy juices - confirming my suspicion that she had already been aroused with all the viewing of Oracle's cock and all the touching and rubbing. I saw Santosh and Oracle looking at each other and grinning ear to ear at the bright prospects of m*****ing my beautiful wife. Santosh's hand had sneaked inside my wife's panty and was fingering her moist and wet pussy. I could see his thick fingers pushing in my wife's steaming hole. I could also see his cock snaking out of his running shorts. It was not as big as Oracle's pussy stretcher but it was much bigger than mine and thick to boot. Kishore and Sudharak were now also aware of the going on and they were sneaking peeks at Santosh's finger fucking of my wife's pussy just a few feet behind my back. They were slowly rubbing their growing hard-ons. I heard Oracle whisper something in Kishore's ears and he grinned broadly. Next moment, he came over and sat on the arm of my lounge chair to ...
    block my view in the mirror. I was flabbergasted. He put his arm around me and started talking about how he needed to stretch his legs a bit. We sat in silence as the loud noises from TV blocked any noises behind me. About 10 minutes like this and I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and Kishore, slightly nervous, held me down preventing me from getting up. &#034What's the hurry dude, where are you going?&#034 he asked. &#034Let me grab some beers,&#034 I said and he let go of my shoulders. I turned around to see my wife half slumped down, her head in Santosh's lap and a string of clear liquid which could not have been her saliva, hanging from her mouth. I also caught Santosh placing a cushion to cover his crotch. Coincidentally, Oracle also had a cushion on his lap. What made my head dance with erotic flashes was the sight of thick pearly white liquid seeping from my wife's red pussy. The pussy looked like it had just been mauled mercilessly. There was no sign of her panty and though someone had hastily covered her bottom by pulling her dress down, I could still see her pussy and her pubic hair matted with some thick sticky liquid. I feigned ignorance as Santosh and Oracle shouted encouragements to the Indian cricket team. &#034Beer, anyone?&#034 I asked in an intentionally slurred voice, and all hands rose up. I walked as if I was d***k, held the back of a chair, grabbed a wall and like... so that everybody would know that I am too gone to notice what they were doing with my ...
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