But she had been something; A gorgeous ass: Two teardrops encased in tight blue denim. Her hips, curved nicely into a pair of legs that prior to today...he had only wished existed.His thoughts trailed off as he realized that there was a sticker bush caught under his shirt. Mark thrashed a bit, removing the offending branches, and began the process of extracting himself from the shrubbery. He tried to shrug away the sight that gorgeous figure, but found his mind wandering right back to it, despite. Her legs were beginning to shake a little.The man noticed and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you kneel down, Melissa,” he said as he guided her to the floor.Kneeling in front of him, she saw his huge cock protruding toward her face. She knew what he would order her to do next. She shuddered at the thought of having to put her mouth around it. Again, she thought of hurting him, this time she thought she might bite down hard on him. But again, she realized that she would never do. Please.. no more.. no more.. Ill go crazy.. Please.. no… OHHHHH! Screaming, my head collapsed to the cushion on the sofa, my cheek against the supple leather while T used my pussy to pleasure himself. When at last he reached his own climax, I had been through a handful of my own, barely catching a breath between one orgasm and another. T lived up to everything Kris had said about him, gushing like a firehose into my overused pussy, rocking his hips just enough to keep his orgasm going, then. At 29, I guess my sex drive and need for variety still control me. It's not that I don't love my husband, I do very much, but not all men can be what some women need when it comes to fulfill all our desires. My pussy is always aching for cock. I simply must have a dick when the urge hits. I knew before we were married that Tim was not the size to do it. Tim can't always be here, so I have a long list of backups. We have been married for only a few months now, and already I have just had my, god.