” My entire body flexed, tightened, shook. Even my vagina clamped down on the tool. Dr. Andrews must have sensed it.“Yes, you are cumming. I can f...el your vaginal walls contracting. Oh so good.” His voice was rattled and his hands unstable. I could tell he was shaking too. “A few more.” The tool jerked inside of me, releasing more gel. I thought for sure it would leak out. A couple of more quick movements, and the tool began to change. It was, shrinking, getting smaller, softening.“Did I break. You fucking nasty slut!" I said to myself, mouthing the words, "Fuck me," aloud.I could feel the blood rushing to my penis, quickly turning me into a horny little slut as I rushed over to set up my camera. I carefully tiptoed around the room in my ridiculous heels as I erected the tripod and set the camera to self-timer.Quickly, I moved the suitcase off the bed and sat down cross-legged on the edge, looking at myself in the mirror as I picked up my new heels. I couldn't wait any longer,. Getting my full attention and getting fucked hard for hour after hour, every week was one thing a girl would love her husband. Since we were living in a flat alone, we had all the time for both of us. We were the happiest couple.It was on Wednesday she got the call from her old friend, who will be coming to our home this Friday and stay till Monday. I wasn’t excited at all, I never wanted to lose my long hair weekends with my wife. Anyway as she was the friend of my wife, I didn’t show any. It was hisgirlfriend Shanawho had convinced him he was good looking enough to be amale fashionmodel, and he was actually getting some good money makinggigs. He lovedthe attention. He loved Shana. His cock thickened a bit.Ifhe could just gethard, he would avoid further punishment.The big stinkingdick now pushedat his lips. He took the cockhead into hismouth and startedto give it theattention it demanded. He could smell theman's sweatyballs.My God his jawhurt. His tongue burned. His lips felt.