Waiting as my wife was fucked in the room next door, and my cock was harder than I can ever remember it being. I checked my phone, and looked at the i...ages some guy had sent me last night, images of my Elle being fucked by him, images of her laying on a hotel bed, her legs spread wide as she held her cunt open. Her wet cunt. Another image, of him penetrating her arse, another of her sucking his cock, her red lips around it, and so much of it in her mouth. Fuck when was the last time she sucked. She suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he was way too harsh and controlling and that her mother could not handle it. Kylie preferred living with her mother, not her father but she did enjoy visiting her father one week out of every month, and every other holiday, that alternated every year. Kylie was eighteen years old and was about five foot six inches tall. She had a decent sized breasts which were mid C-cup range with small pink nipples.It was summer time and James had. I admired her beautiful pussy, the dark bush, her slit showing just a little pink. I leaned over and inhaled her aroma. I loved the smell of mom's pussy. One of my friends had introduced me to smelling his mom's panties and I started to smell my mom's whenever I had to do laundry. But this was the first time I got smell fresh pussy. I went quitely back to my room and again started to stroke my cock thinking of mom's pussy. That is when I came up with a plan. The third night I made sure to hang. Unable to pull away, despite me being bound, she was now at my mercy and I was determined not to cum. Soon she was simply rocking and twitching, her eyes rolled back in her head and she sounded like an animal. I loved every second of it. Suddenly she just collapsed onto me like a dead weight gasping heavily.I thought she had actually passed out, but her cunt was still spasming around my dick. Knowing she needed a respite I eased my motions and pulled my still-bound hands over her head to hug.