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It was an amazing night. Class and sensuality became one. Patty was excited by that woman, Sweetfanny, so like her in body and manners.
They looked like old friends. Lying on the bed, very elegant, very sexy lingerie, hard heels, perfume, a thread of makeup.
They were kissing. In front of us, the husbands, Alejandro and Tommaso. Sitting on the sofa, glass in hand to empty, excited and ecstatic at the sight of our wives, women, companions. Our erotic, slutty, classy, eros females.
Hands squeezed breasts and nipples, caresses to come down, one next to the other until they felt the furrow abundantly wet and excited. And after mutual licking, deep, mooing full of eros and stronger and stronger words.
"How much I love feeling so slutty..." Patty said while Sweetfanny's sweet tongue and fingers were about to give her a wonderful first orgasm.
And minutes later hearing "Yeeeeeeeeee I want to come on your face, let me squeakeeeeee" from Fanny with her eyes busy following Patty's excitement, so committed to her friend's orgasm search was a lash of pure lust.
All it took was a glance that turned her eyes away for us to be among them.
Our goddesses turned out to be hungry and classy as usual. The four of us made love together, without us men having any limits in tasting first our own, then the friend, then both sex queens. I couldn't be jealous. I admit it. Seeing Patty so feminine, enjoyable, slutty I liked it, it satisfied me. When they took care of me it was amazing to see how my new friend guided her in explaining my desires and the peculiarities of my magic object.
Fanny did the same for her man and Patty drank it all copiously, then swapped the juice with her friend's mouth, just as she had done just before.
The final orgasm, the second one for us little men was liberating. That's cool. We all burst out laughing after a few minutes. "But you know what? We're cool." Said thomas. "I know I feel very slutty... ...but not dirty at all, except for your tasty juices, and I liked it very much..." "Finally, Patty, it's about time you learned to enjoy everything like I always told you to. "And now no more bullshit and retro thinking. "I promise, no bullshit, just fun stuff..."
The closing of the divine Sweetfanny did not admit replication. "To be so erotically and sexually beautiful is not for everyone. You are. We have been for a long time, and we could only be like that. I have a stage on a beautiful site, ads69. I'm one of the protagonists of the dreams of tens, hundreds, thousands of men and women. I tell you: I pride myself on being so feminine and desired and slutty. I feel warm. I love excitement. And I consider it my exaltation. And it drives me crazy to see my husband free and enjoyable. Then I want fresh fish, sea, exhibitions, concerts, kisses, serious talk. But I'm a female, a goddess of the female. Patty, you're welcome. I feel the same thrill in you. And I'm excited to be involved with your man... What are we doing tomorrow, guys? Shower and bedtime. In your rooms and with your husband. Don't try to steal him from me... He's mine!"
"Almost," Patty said, "I'm sleeping over...hahahah."
"It's okay that I'm not too jealous but you sleep with me tonight and tomorrow morning at breakfast you tell me minute by minute this night seen with your eyes..."
"Of course, love. I want to sleep with you...Night boysiiiii"
And after the shower we fell asleep hugging and kissing softly while my sex returned turgid at the only contact with my female, now finally complete and free, thinking both, in silence, the magnificence of that meeting and especially the erotic revolution that brought us that goddess of total love named Sweetfanny. The pleasure idol and the perfectly shaved sweet pussy of my goddess Patty just didn't want to hear the end of it....
They looked like old friends. Lying on the bed, very elegant, very sexy lingerie, hard heels, perfume, a thread of makeup.
They were kissing. In front of us, the husbands, Alejandro and Tommaso. Sitting on the sofa, glass in hand to empty, excited and ecstatic at the sight of our wives, women, companions. Our erotic, slutty, classy, eros females.
Hands squeezed breasts and nipples, caresses to come down, one next to the other until they felt the furrow abundantly wet and excited. And after mutual licking, deep, mooing full of eros and stronger and stronger words.
"How much I love feeling so slutty..." Patty said while Sweetfanny's sweet tongue and fingers were about to give her a wonderful first orgasm.
And minutes later hearing "Yeeeeeeeeee I want to come on your face, let me squeakeeeeee" from Fanny with her eyes busy following Patty's excitement, so committed to her friend's orgasm search was a lash of pure lust.
All it took was a glance that turned her eyes away for us to be among them.
Our goddesses turned out to be hungry and classy as usual. The four of us made love together, without us men having any limits in tasting first our own, then the friend, then both sex queens. I couldn't be jealous. I admit it. Seeing Patty so feminine, enjoyable, slutty I liked it, it satisfied me. When they took care of me it was amazing to see how my new friend guided her in explaining my desires and the peculiarities of my magic object.
Fanny did the same for her man and Patty drank it all copiously, then swapped the juice with her friend's mouth, just as she had done just before.
The final orgasm, the second one for us little men was liberating. That's cool. We all burst out laughing after a few minutes. "But you know what? We're cool." Said thomas. "I know I feel very slutty... ...but not dirty at all, except for your tasty juices, and I liked it very much..." "Finally, Patty, it's about time you learned to enjoy everything like I always told you to. "And now no more bullshit and retro thinking. "I promise, no bullshit, just fun stuff..."
The closing of the divine Sweetfanny did not admit replication. "To be so erotically and sexually beautiful is not for everyone. You are. We have been for a long time, and we could only be like that. I have a stage on a beautiful site, ads69. I'm one of the protagonists of the dreams of tens, hundreds, thousands of men and women. I tell you: I pride myself on being so feminine and desired and slutty. I feel warm. I love excitement. And I consider it my exaltation. And it drives me crazy to see my husband free and enjoyable. Then I want fresh fish, sea, exhibitions, concerts, kisses, serious talk. But I'm a female, a goddess of the female. Patty, you're welcome. I feel the same thrill in you. And I'm excited to be involved with your man... What are we doing tomorrow, guys? Shower and bedtime. In your rooms and with your husband. Don't try to steal him from me... He's mine!"
"Almost," Patty said, "I'm sleeping over...hahahah."
"It's okay that I'm not too jealous but you sleep with me tonight and tomorrow morning at breakfast you tell me minute by minute this night seen with your eyes..."
"Of course, love. I want to sleep with you...Night boysiiiii"
And after the shower we fell asleep hugging and kissing softly while my sex returned turgid at the only contact with my female, now finally complete and free, thinking both, in silence, the magnificence of that meeting and especially the erotic revolution that brought us that goddess of total love named Sweetfanny. The pleasure idol and the perfectly shaved sweet pussy of my goddess Patty just didn't want to hear the end of it....
