I thought I would enlighten him, “You made my wet…” I stated, but he still looked at me in confusion.“Is that good?” he asked innocently.I c...uldn’t help but laugh at his innocence, “Yes…you made me cum…” I stated plainly. He smiled down at me, obviously pleased with himself, and as soon as he started thrusting again I grabbed for his wrist, pulled his sticky fingers to my mouth and sucked my own wetness from his long boney fingers.“Shhiiiitt” He grunted and pulled his fingers from my mouth,. He kept his hand on my thighs and gently pressed it. This was a complete horror to me. When I tried to move his hand away, he said, “Remember what I have. Be silent you whore.”He moved his hand further up. I pulled the keyboard desk close to me so that at least from far no one can see. But if anyone comes close they might surely notice something under the table. Now he started to touch my pussy over pants. I was angry but I stayed silent.He started to rub my pussy and my body was completely. There’s this little hole down here that you’ve been neglecting for so long. It’s nice, and pink, and tight. It’s so pretty, Prestira; it’s making my mouth water.Please. Prestira responded, enticed beyond caution by the sample I’d given her. My tongue circled her spokes, exploring the little folds that made up her puckered sphincter. My ears were filled with the symphony of her moans, my thoughts still transmitting, strengthening the connection with every second. I felt the spasming premonitions. My knickers always seemed to be damp with my juices, and it was very frustrating as although my husband could easily get a good erection and cum, he was no longer fuck me enough, and certainly not the way I now secretly, desperately, desired to be fucked, real hard, real dirty... In every hole… And by lots of different men, all at the same time! I just didn’t seem to be able to get the words out of my mouth, even when he would be shagging me, my legs pushed back hard, his cock slipping in and.