She literally told Mario was her ass was burning and begged him to pull out. He tried to convince her that an empty ass would be hurting much more but...she insisted and Mario had to pull out and she felt the fire cool down in her ass. Mario encouraged her and entered in her ass once again and Candice did not feel that much hurt this time rather she felt full of her lover and completely submitted to him, giving him all she had to offer beyond her anal virginity. Mario leaned over her and kissed. .asshole," she said, startling me with her foul language. I couldn't recall hearing her use that word before. "He came over, and...and...sprayed me. He fucking started it."I definitely had never heard her use the F word before, and I was startled into silence. I looked worriedly at my wife. The strain of a situation like this affected everyone differently. I had to admit I myself had strange, mixed feelings about the strange, surreal goings on. But it's strange how being in totally different. He was good at what he did but he’d always ploughed his own furrow and never wanted to be part of the big corporate world. He’d been happy enough with his own small practice, doing the books of small businesses around the quiet market town that he’d moved to after qualifying. There was just him, working in a small office in one of the downstairs rooms of his semi-detached house, in a quiet cul-de-sac, on the edge of an estate of 1950s houses, close to the edge of town.It wasn’t the most. This woman is the biggest whore-bag piece of passed around sex addict who I have ever known. Most women anywhere close to this level of whoredom are train wrecks. Aim owns a house, has a good job and doesn’t whore for d**gs but rather out of a pure desire to have as many orgasms as possible each day and take as much cum as possible in each of her three perfect holes. After one frank discussion about how much sex my beautiful whore has had in her life I calculated that at least 2,000 men have.