She spoke well, with ease and confidence, although neither of them particularly listened to her words, as they were each locked in their own private w...rlds. Christian Lawson-Smith couldn’t take his eyes off her patent black stiletto shoes. We all have our little foibles, high heels were his, the way they toned a leg, accentuated bust and ass, the scrape of a heel across his back. He couldn’t help but cast a furtive glance at the spray tanned leg of his wife and the sad, flat ballet pump plonked. My tight sphincter finally relaxed and I felt his dick popping in me. Now he started pumping in my anus, deeper each thrust. And I rocked back to meet each thrust. His hands were now on my hips, as he drove himself into my now stretched asshole.He slapped my buttocks hard, calling me a cheap slut, making me moan even louder through my taped mouth.My tears were flowing; I felt betrayed by my own body. Betrayed by my lustful nature. I felt like a bitch in heat, as this stranger man sodomized. She finally did stir, but she grunted an annoyed no and when I persisted, no I’m sore. Let me eat you I said and she murmured more protest, but I was able to get her on her back and slowly opened her legs and get between them. The scent of cum got greater and her lips opened as I used both of my hands to spread her cunt open. I touched her clit with my finger and she jumped and said that she was really sore and sensitive and to just use my tongue. I was happy to do that and plunged myself into. Jennie was moaning. Her moaning was a signal for the guys to go on. They started feeling up her knockers and her butt. Then they pulled her back to the lakeside. She started jerking. I understood her to be pretending a **** victim. Well, the guys didn’t know about my wife’s love to this kind of games. So, they thought she really didn’t wanna go with them. So they had to use force to make her do it. That’s exactly what she wanted.They threw her on the sand. Calvin was standing over her face for.