..I am going to cum!” “Fuck me!!” Those words were followed by a male groaning as the springs squeaked more rapidly as she continued moaning and...begging for more…I could not believe that I just was hearing my sweet wife fuck another man in our marital bed and she was making me hear all her moaning and sounds... And she was being fucked by a black man, with a huge black dick…"Honey...honey...are you still there…? Ana said on the phone line. I was brought back to reality and noticed that I still. What are you, Vanessa?” he asked conversationally.“A slave girl, sir, a slut, a fucktoy, a cunt, a...”“Precisely,” he said, stopping her. “You are the lowest of the low. These women can order you to do whatever they wish.” He looked over at the buxom brunette drying the dishes. “Marcy, what would you order Vanessa to do?”“Eat my pussy, sir. Eat me and lick my asshole, if that’s all right with you, Mister Joseph,” she said.“Fine. You may sit on the chair and Vanessa will take care of you.” Marcy. As dawn approached, we suddenly realized that Kirsty had not opened her presents, so we gathered round excitedly while she ogled the pile of packages assembled for the occasion. Then she began to tear at them with zeal. Most of them were predictable – films on Bluray, clothes, some tickets to a popular group playing at a nearby arena, and so on – but one surprised us all. It was a large box, maybe shoebox sized, and it had swooshes and swirls of pink and white all over, making the writing. "Drill me." I moan. "Drill me. Drill me. Drill me." I feel you so deeply, you must be drilling the wall too."Oh God." You groan against my lips. "I'm sorry. I'm there. So hot."I can feel you throbbing inside me. The hose bursts and liquid fire fills me. I push my tongue more deeply into your mouth but I still can't help crying out loudly. I can feel myself cumming, tipping over the edge and crashing down in waves of flame. My leg slips down. If you weren't pinning me against the wall, I'd.