What difference did it make? I was only doing this because I was ordered to, wasn’t I? The goal was a load of cum in my stomach and a mild case of b...d breath, not sexual satisfaction. So why did I wish he was better hung?He might not have had a big cock, but he sure had a big load and it didn’t take him long to shoot it. He gripped my head and jammed my face down into his sweaty trousers as he arched up from his seat. Pressing himself deep into my mouth, he pumped long hot jets of sperm into my. "I want a speciality cheese for a friend," she said after a little thought. "It's her birthday and she's a complete cheeseaholic. It needs to be totally out of the ordinary with a massive wow factor." I was somewhat disappointed with her reply. She'd wandered in the store four days running, winked and smiled at me. I was also convinced she'd given me a "show" when she bent over the chilled cabinet the previous day. I wasn't sure what response I expected, but it certainly wasn't that one. I. ." you mumble as you crawl out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, to be half-way presentable to whoever is at your front door. Your eyes still half shut with sleep, you open the door to find a gorgeous woman dark-haired woman standing on your front step, wearing dark sunglasses and a tight fitting black suit jacket and skirt."John Doe?" She asks, as she glances to her clipboard for a moment and then back to you, carefully examining you from behind her glasses."Yuh.." you reply,. He’ll slowly pull out only to repeat his thrusts inside me as we kiss knowing my husband is nearby watching his every move. I’ll wrap my legs around his thick meaty ass while he drives deep into me. I might still be wearing my heels. My husband loves those shots where my heeled feet air stretched high into the air as one of my lovers pounds my white married. pussy. On this particular night, it had been about three months since I fucked anyone besides my husband. I was extremely horny and.