Aap wo uski moti gand fan ki taraf thi or legs b khade the fan ki traf. Maine jangho pe ko felaya or gand ka ched chatne laga bada pyr se or gand pe c...ante marne laga. Pure kamre me thap thap chanto ki aawaj or meri jeebh k lap lap ki aawaj aa rahi thi or wo moan karne me magan thi. Khud der usko gand or chut chatne k bad mai apne ghutno pe aaya or uski pet k hath laga k usko halka sa uthaya wo samaj gai or apne aap apni gand halki si utha li. Maine lund uski chut me piche se dal dia or uske. It appeared to almost be gasping for the lube as it got closer. Taking my cock head I slid it up and down his crack pushing the running lube towards his hole. Gently I teased his hole with my throbbing cock head but as I said his hole was gasping and everytime my cock came close it was snapping at it to enter. I looked up in the mirror and noticed he wasn't watching what was going on but his attention was drawn to the right, I followed his direction and saw another mirror my cock could be seen. Crrrrraaaaa... aaaaaacccckkk!Oh come, Morpheus!Crrrraaaa... aaacccckkkkkkkk!Oh let him die!Crrrraaaaa... aaaaccccckkkkkkk!A terrible, swooping groan. Then another and another.Crrraaaa... aaaaccccckkkkkkkk!And now only another groan. He had gone. Into the blessed pit of oblivion.At last!“Revive him, Ryar” She was panting. I could imagine eyes wild with sadistic joy.Yet how could she do this? “At once, Highness...”There was the acrid smell of burning twigs. Then he was choking. Great heaving. When Taylor and Rorystarted talking, I let my index finger find its way between my husband'scheeks, and to his hole. While he talked, I started pressing against hisasshole, then slowly going in it. I loved listening to him talk and try tocontrol his voice, as he chatted with his brother while being finger-fucked.We made our noisy way home when the bar closed, Taylor and I stopping everycouple of feet to make out in the street.Three seconds after walking into the apartment, we were all in.