“Please, Daddy! Please stick your cock down my throat! Please fuck my mouth! I live to serve you, Daddy!”He pauses, for a moment, as if he's consi...ering what I just said. He lets out a long breath and quickly shoves his cock all the way down my throat. I expect him to start fucking my face, but he stays there.“Is this what you wanted, whore? Is this what you fucking wanted," he asks, slapping my cheek softly. I moan with his cock down my throat, trying to say anything, really. He just whispers. He kissed her one last time, lightly pressing his lips against hers, he jumped when he felt her kissing back. He pulled away and she opened her eyes, smiling broadly and letting out a giggle. ‘How long have you been awake?’ he asked, relieved that her kiss hadn’t been all in his imagination. ‘Since about halfway up the stairs,’ she replied with another grin. ‘You were very impressive carrying me all that way, I didn’t know you had it in you.’ He gave her a look that made them both laugh and. I glanced over at the mirror and I could see the four of us in the reflection and the scene looked so natural and yet so horny. ‘So what do you want from us guys?’ Olly asked and in response Oona rolled on to her side and began to unzip Mike’s jeans, I sat upright excited to see what he was packing, before the tip of a yummy looking cock peeped in to view. He shuffled out of his jeans and Oona pulled down his boxers before wrapping her hand around his prick and pulling the foreskin all the way. Oh" I protested. In a featof Herculean effort I tried to pull her hand off my cock but could onlylessen the pressure slightly. I glanced over at my sleeping wife, thengave Heather a look and tried a serious tone,"Heather, I...I can't do this." She looked right back and kept herrhythm. My look had come across more lust-hungry than serious."Okay, Nick...I'll stop," she said as she did the exact opposite andcontinued rubbing me. "But only on one condition." My cock was pokingthrough the fly.