"I am going to enjoy fucking your loving wife with my big cock right in front of you!" he replied. "Please no! Can't we work something else out," I sa...d to him."No! You should had known better than to use your wife as a poker chip!" Jason grunted out.He then walked down the hallway and into our bedroom. I heard a commotion between the two of them, and a few minutes later he led Jen out into the living room. She had been already dress for bed, and she wore a tight white t-shirt with nothing else. Felt like kneeling on my knees and lick her till I die. She removed my shirt and jeans and underwear too. We were handling ourselff the rough way and I liked it. I went down on her and started biting her clitoris and licked it with my tongue. I flicked it and she was going mad at it,that warm pussy made me die. I was eating her wet pussy and I was loving each and every second of the play. She pulled me up on her and asked me to put my dick in her. Without giving it a secong thought I was in. He kissed her shoulder slowly, travelling up to her neck. An unexpected moan dropped from her lips, her focus still on the mirror. He glanced upwards, meeting her gaze and giving her a suggestive wink before returning to his assault on her neck. “We can’t be doing this,” she whispered, not at all trusting her voice, “There are people downstairs, one of them being my husband.” The last word was punctuated harshly to emphasise the dangerousness of the situation. His chuckle vibrated across her. Tamara was 15, and was the spitting image of her mother. She also had flowing, golden blonde hair, and she also definitely worked on a deep, sexy tan. She's kind of young to be working on a tan, Damon thought to himself. Her beautiful, blue eyes locked in on Damon as she shook his hand lightly and let out a little smirk. As Damon, checked out her nicely framed rack, barely contained within the confines of her pink striped tank top, he couldn't help but wonder to himself where all these well.