I felt her tits tense up in my hands as she asked the question."Oh God, yes!" cried my wife. Her orgasms seemed almost continuous as she slid the toy ...p and down her soaked slit.Sandra leaned back so that she was almost lying down and spread her long legs as wide as she could. Her feet arched sexily and her toes went up onto points as her buttocks rose from the floor. I gasped as she began to stab to fake cock against the tight hole at her back door. I was so close to cumming I didn't think I. Good evening.”, she concluded and terminated the call without giving him any opportunity for bidding a farewell.“Shit!”, he exclaimed. He hadn't thought about the timing and would have to come up with some lame excuse for skipping work in order to visit the mysterious shop. Given that Steve's work record was immaculate, he figured it wouldn't be too much of a problem to fake a sick day and nobody would suspect any ulterior motives for his absence. Nevertheless his conscience was panged a little. Then he heard the voices recede and all was quite . Then he heard heavy footsteps and looked up to see a man in a policemans uniform looking down at him like he was a mangy rabid dog. The policeman made to draw his pistol and then caught himself. he shook his head and instead took out two pair of cuffs and locked one pair around Eddies hands, behind him of course. The cop had to pull Eddies hands from his ruined crotch. then he roughly pulled John up and locked the other cuffs behind his back.. Get on top,” replied Bumfelt, opening his thighs, sitting upright against the bed head. “Ride my cock and make me cum again.” Fingerdoo did exactly that. She eased herself into Bumfelt’s lap. Her wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft. Her tits pert in her hands. Nipples erect under her own nails. Fingerdoo slowly ground Bumfelt’s cock. “You want to cum again?” she teased, her soaking lips taking him in easily. “You got more for me, Detective?” “Fuck me,” groaned Bumfelt, now fucking her back,.