On the screen, Holly had maneuvered herself on the bed so her head was toward the camera, and her feet toward the headboard. I'm not sure what possessed her to stretch out that way, but it couldn't have been better if I'd asked her to do it.
Sandy got up on her knees, and with her naked, lifted t**s and bald p***y facing right at me, she straddled Holly's head. She spread her legs, lowering her glistening p***y onto my wife's face, and then she began rocking her hips, sliding the wet gash from Holly's chin to her nose.
As she f****d my gorgeous wife's face with her sopping cunt, she said, "Oh, yeah! That's it! Get your tongue up into my p***y lips! Oh, f**k, yeah! You are a natural cunt eater!"
After a short while, Sandy stopped rocking her hips, lifted slightly, and let Holly take over
