’ She did too. Loud, trenchant violent with a few well-chosen obscenities to accompany it. It was joyful, exuberant and clearly draining. We lay, li...e dog and bitch joined for what seemed an age. Her voice was soft in my ear. ‘Fuck, Carla, that worked.’ I wasn’t able to speak. She slowly withdrew and stood, gently lifting me to a standing position, turning me still blind and kissed my mouth. ‘Do you want to taste my cock?’ I shook my head and she kissed me again. ‘Not your thing, huh?’ She. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. ‘You little whore.’ He said through gritted teeth in my ear. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I practically begged. ‘What was that?’ He said. He was driving me mad. ‘I want you… I want you to fuck me.’ I panted. He pulled on my hair harder, pulling my head back further and forcing his dick into me with a swift pump. I moaned loudly, and he let out a small grunt. He placed his hands on my hips and began pounding me, hard. With each. I looked over her body, propped up on my knees and still between her legs. I loved seeing her like this, her lips puffed up and spread open. Her legs splayed out, no self-consciousness at all; clearly spent, clearly just fucked.Nothing so far was out of the ordinary for me. I'd always liked the sight of my cum over her body. But I was unusually turned on, and drew myself down between her legs. She protested only gently but moaned when my tongue reached her clit, running circles around it. The next morning Dale was in line waiting to board his flight when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, it was a picture from Lara of the dildo he had bought her in her hand, with the message. "such a shame you aren't this big" Dale felt his pants stiffen as he got on the plane, rushing to his seat to avoid the embarrassment he felt from being turned on he typed back to her. "the dildo wont eat you like i do though will it"..."no you are right bout that, safe flight thanks"Dales flight took.