After you relieve your body, you push me with your legs down on the floor... and climb on me. you spread your legs on my thighs and tear my shirt, and...stick your lips on my nipples... and go downwards on my belly. you want my cock so bad... so you did not waste time on licking, kissing and sucking on my body... you throw my pants after a short struggle to taking them off.. and attack my cock so bad indicating that you just released from a prison after a long long years of sentence... you stroke. Again, I just hoped that the work crew opposite had a good view of the neck of the wine bottle slowly entering my wife's pussy as she started to fuck herself with it. It was a good substitute for her fingers as she was really starting to get off with this. Her hips thrust against the bottle as she moaned loudly that she was coming. Both hands were on the bottle, pushing it in and pulling it out like an artificial cock, driving her to a very audible orgasm. She was up on her toes with her legs. She was gorgeous. Tight, wet, dripping, everything he had ever dreamed about. But best of all, she was his. She wasn’t just another girl to fuck when he got horny. Reverently, he ran one finger over her slit and then another. Then, he could resist no longer. Scarlett’s pussy was sopping wet, and when he licked his way over it, she let out a loud moan. Her hips shoved closer to him, trying to get his tongue to meet her sensitive clit, but he teased her and pushed her to the edge without actually. Every drop of semen he deposited into me was like acid pouring into my soul. In time, I grew to hate him.“Fortunately, I was not, and still am not shy about masturbating. In many ways, masturbation kept me sane over the years. What I found really sad is that he had no idea what a hottie he had on his hands, for I am a natural born squirter!”“Shut up!” Dave, her internet friend typed excitedly. He was curious about her ability to squirt her juices and asked her to elaborate.Laura explained, “I.