They’re everywhere at once. In my hair, on my boobs, squeezing my ass, caressing my face. He starts to rub me over my jeans and I inhale sharply. So...n after that he unzips my pants and sticks his hand in my panties, to find that I’m soaked, I’m sure. He sticks two fingers inside me and starts to thrust them in and out, fast. His fingers are so deep, so thick. I’m moaning and arching my back, his lips are on my neck, his thumb is rubbing my clit. I’ve been away from him so long. Even this little. I looked like some primitive priestess orqueen. I paced the room not even noticing the high heels that encased myfeet. I couldn't process what was happening, I was in the game somehowand as the star no less. I searched in vain for something to covermyself but finally gave up. Although the room was luxurious it had noclothing or drapery, so I left the room dressed as I was. My room wasattached to a large bar where soldiers, weary from the defending therealm, rested and enjoyed their vacations,.. He guided his hard cock, which was longer and thicker than her husband’s, to the entrance of her pussy. Sandra let out a loud gasping moan when Terence shoved his thick black meat-pole into her. Her pussy was stuffed with hard cock, and he was in her deeper than her husband had ever been.They young wife’s smooth white legs kicked up on both sides of Terence’s large black body as she cried out, “Please go easy! You are huge. My husband is much smaller than you.”Sandra’s vaginal muscles were. Some months I would try to shoot deep into her, imaging the risk I was taking be covering her womb with a week’s worth of cum. Other times I would try to pull almost out and fill her hoping to get a sloppy wet pussy as a visual. No matter what she didn’t seem to notice.This went of for months and not a word. Then one night we were getting ready to fuck and I was going to fill her again. Were were kissing deeply and I had two fingers buried in her wet pussy. In a breathy low voice she asked.