He moved his fingers with the shape of my butt.I couldn’t bear it. My legs were shaking. My knees bent a little. Then he opened his shirt button and...pulled the satin belt of my night gown. I blushed and looked at Nikhil. He was looking at his phone and completely avoiding us.My gown was open now, barely hiding my nipples, but my pussy was exposed now. He asked me if I wanted to remove his shirt. I came on his backside, pulled his shirt. Then I hugged him from the backside. I rested my head on. “Holly, I thought you were at work? Came home on your lunch break for a quickie?” he chuckled, immediately gaining an erection that was struggling to find room in his jeans.“I’m not Holly, and I don’t want anything to be quick,” he heard a familiar voice purr. He quickly turned around, finding Donna standing naked in front of him. Well, not completely naked, she was wearing a pair of high heels and a layer of makeup. Either way, his eyes were drawn straight to her tits, even greater in size. Is it salty tasting? she then starts telling me all the things that come out during a period asking me if I enjoy the chunks of skin cells and the blood clots. Then she tells me to suck it all out of her, I dont at first thinking of everthing she just said but keep licking. Then she starts to grid down on my face and I can barely breath so I start sucking it out of her. I can tell she is really beings to enjoy it, she grab the front part of my hair for balance and start to slid her pussy over. He laughed a little.Come here baby gurl, bounce on my shit!And with that, he lifted me into to the air, hands firm on my big cheeks, squeezing them open, moving his COCK deep up inside me, as he threw me onto him. My hands flew around his shoulders, my chin resting on his neck, as he pumped into me. I started to cry, the pleasure was too much for me to bear. I was his.Jesus! You little faggot!I opened my eyes and looked back to the door. My wife was staring at me- almost forgot she was.