So I took a bold move and asked her how her sex life was, I know, probably a stupid idea, but she didn't seem to think so. She told me how it was awfu... and how she hadn't been laid in weeks. Her husband was a workaholic and she loved him, but she had her needs too.I gently patted her back and stroked her hair in fake pity while never gazing away from her nipples till she asked me whether I thought she was pretty. That's it. Now I knew this was definitely going somewhere. So I replied yes,. “Aaaah, yes, I am cumming…aaaah.” She spurted in wave after wave of hot cum flowing onto her legs and on the floor. But I was yet to cum and there was a slut needing a hard ****, so I moved in behind Rati and without any preamble just rammed my hard long cock deep into her wet, waiting cunt.“Aaah, thank you sir, oh yess..**** me please”. I started ****ing her wet cunt in such a hard deep strokes that with each stroke her body pushed forward on the table. She didn’t even last as long as Amisha. .. but it was too late. The tip of the tentacle had already slipped between her lips. She tried to bite down but the surface was impossible to break. Monica kept her pinned down while the appendage writhed and jerked. Jennifer felt hundreds of small punctures in her mouth as more of the creature wormed its way deeper into her throat. Her vision became blurry and in a matter of seconds, an incredible rush spread across her brain, sending a wave of overwhelming ecstasy all over her body. Jennifer. ‘You read my mind.’ ‘Do you need to work first or something?’ ‘No. This is our time. Now let’s go eat.’ A blush creeps up my neck. Out of everything he’s said the spending time together is what makes me blush. ‘Bossy.’ ‘You wouldn’t like me any other way.’ We pull together our loose change and raid a few vending machine before climbing back into bed, popping open my laptop, and looking for a movie on Netflix. It doesn’t take us nearly as long as I think it should, and before I know it.