And then the hands were back at the holes, snappingtheir fingers, impatient for Jean’s hurt tits.Instantly, again without hesitation, Jean went ...lush upagainst the cum stained wood wall with her naked bodyand stuck her battered and bitten tits through theholes. She wanted more, and she wanted it all.The anonymous hands and mouth seemed to deliver as Jeanquivered with pain. She moaned and gasped as thetorture continued. Tears started streaming down herface as her tits took everything the. Umm” He smiles darkly and places his hands on both sides of the desk pinning me between the desk and him. He spreads my knees apart all the while breathing heavily and closes the distance kisses me deeply in a French kiss of a lifetime. I moan in pleasure and hook my hands in his hair to further kiss him with my tongue ring doing its job to intensify the moment all the while pressing my excited breasts against his hard chest. He shifts himself and lifts off his tank and pulls out his fully. .There she was, on a treadmill right next to him. Unable to take his eyes off her, he had actually found that his breathing had quickened its pace. His stomach had those butterflies that so many people had described throughout history. Although until that point, the phenomena had never presented itself not even with his wife whom he had thought the love of his life.Tossing fidelity to the wind, he approached her a couple of weeks later. He had never been so nervous in his entire life. She was. Streams of semen shot into her rectum as I seemed to cum continuously for several minutes."Oh good, I feel it. Fill me up, fill up my ass," she cried out and then her own orgasm hit her, "Oh shit, here it is, I'm cumming!"Her body thrashed around as I held onto her curvy ass cheeks and kept my cock buried in her ass. Her fingers flew over her pussy and clit as my warm seed flooded her anal passage. She then collapsed face down on the bed and my cock slipped from her ass with an audible pop. I.