Unless she was the silent type, channelling her orgasms internally to the places it mattered most. I knew the feeling of restraint and how powerful it...could make my orgasms when my boyfriend and I bucked and rolled passionately at my parent's house, trying not to wake them in the midnight hour. But I had to admit that under normal circumstances I tended to be more of a screamer. If I'd been playing myself for this length of time tonight, the neighbours three doors away would know about. .. I vaguely heard Slick's voice."My slut" "My ass" Each little phrase punctuated with a flick from the crop. I was starting to not feel it anymore but he kept on, over and over. I was so close, my heart was pounding in my ears, my ass throbbing around the toy, my pussy soaking my finger through the glove."Harder, please" Did that come from me? Yup! I was begging Slick to hit me harder with the crop. My body felt so alive, I was so deep, overwhelmed. I think it may have been one of the few. Arghhhh…love you…..oh fuck I love this so much…aieeeee….aieeeee…..god you’re so fucking huge…….never…never been fucked so good…..ohhhhhhgod…..ripping…..pussy…..yesssss….arghh…aaaarrgghhhhHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEE!I watched my wife completely losing control as I fucked her hard. Her hips began ramming her pussy back into the black cock thinking I had a black guy fucking her. I stopped moving and her body continued to fuck the dick even deeper into her body as I watched it piston in her pussy. It was. Not just moaning but she grabbed my head and forced me down on her harder and then, a minute or so later, she squealed and had an orgasm. She was shaking all over and begged me to mount her. It was incredible. An hour later she asked me to do it again. I was happy to do it but I thought I should get oral too. It was maybe two weeks later when I finally begged her to suck me. She was reluctant but finally she did it. It was amazing. I felt my orgasm building and told her. She said there was no.