You groan. I turn you around facing me. I kiss you, my tongue slips into your mouth. Our tongues wrestle. My hands massage your breast. I pinch a nipp...e and you moan in my mouth. My lips move down to your nipples. I suck on one nipple and my fingers nip at the other. I switch nipples. You start to squirm at my touch. You are constantly moaning. My hands reach down to your mound. You gasp as I push two fingers in your soaken pussy. Your hips move to my thrusting fingers. Your legs start to. My wife, hot wife, has shut down sexually… Loves to dress up like she’s got some slut in her, I’d fuck her all the time, like we used to. Oh well, needless to say I’m horny as hell. Just had a few drinks, things were quiet at the bar. I’ve never cheated on my wife, didn’t think I ever would but she’s not giving me any choice… Porn is ok but it’s been too long, I need some real pussy. There were a few hot girls at the bar but none worth taking a chance to cheat with. Anyway, I hop on the. His precum though, that was much different. It was mildly salty but also very intoxicating, more so than the smell of his cock. I loved tasting his cum, and when it would finally burst forth and either fill my mouth or cover my face, I would lick it all up and swallow it. It wasn't just the taste that I loved, but the idea that part of him was inside of me, that I was consuming his seed. It was the closest I could be to a person, swallowing the fluid he produced in reaction to the loving things. Barry was certainly pumped and primed for action. The film was French, and I took advantage of a steamy scene to stroke the back of Barry’s neck and touch my hand to his thigh. He put his hand over mine, gently rubbing his fingers over it. I detected the slightest increase in the rate of his breath, and the quick intake of air when I moved my hand a little further up his thigh. I savored every moment of the anticipation, through all two and a half hours of the movie, holding the energy in my.