And I know he loved it. I heard him grunt and moan. His heavy balls thwacked into the back of my thighs he reamed me. Ooh, that was so naughty. I blin...ed, groaning, the friction of his thrusts building and building the pleasure in me.“Yes, I’m going to cum on this cock!” I groaned. “Oh, it’s good. Mmm, yes, fuck me! Harder! Pound me!”“Such a slut!” he growled.“Yes! I’m such a naughty, slutty wife! I love big, Black dicks!” I giggled. “They are so big and thick and big! Yay! Pound me!”His. Her head was thrown back a little to give me access to her soft open mouth as our tongues touched inside our mouths. She groaned under my touch, my mouth uttered soft sounds inside our mouths as we gently caressed our bodies at the same time and felt our shared exchange intensely in the bounds of our beings.I released my embrace, backed away from her a little, and unbuttoned the white buttons on her blue outfit slowly, returning to her lips as I opened the last one. Her dress dropped to the. I ‘ave been living off our savings, but I need to work soon. I can’t go back to my fazzer.”“So you have been a housewife?”She nodded dejectedly. She knew what was coming. Her lack of experience and her being French had been an obstacle in one interview after the other in the last weeks. She was surprised, therefore, to see Tony smiling.“Can you cook?”She nodded, “Of course!”“You know your way with spices, peppers and garlic and such?”“Yes.”“Can you start at once?”“As soon as I can move my. ” His breaths are heavy down the phone. She can just imagine him sitting behind the desk of his big consultancy company. She imagines him wearing one of his grey suits, looking all strong and powerful. “Tell me!” he startles her from her fantasy. She turns her back so she is facing away from her husband. Slowly she slips her hand beneath her dressing gown; she lifts the hem of her short nightdress, slipping her hand over her soft silky panties. A whisper of a moan escapes her lips as her.