He glistened with sweat, beneath her, tense and watchful. As though she pleasured him almost to the point of cumming, as he made a commendable attempt...to prolong these precious moments.She felt her own release mounting. To save them both she rode up and gloriously down only once more before she stilled. In the pause she bent her head to kiss him, savouring the fullness of his lips and the heat of his mouth. The exchange made her weak with desire, doing nothing to cool the fires that raged. She grabbed me by my buttcheeks and she kept sq ueezing and picnhing my ass, while I tweaked her nipples.I got carried away while fucking her and my cock was accidentally pulled out. I went to put it back in, but Tara lightly shoved me away and shook her head.She motioned for me to get up, and we both stood. She told me to sit down, so I did. Then, she climbed up on top of me and lowered herself down onto my cock. “Shit, my pussy is so tight!” She swore. I told that I didn't mind; I liked it. It was a role-playing story of an idyllic existence no longer possible in today’s modern world.Most husbands had mistresses or cheated right under their eyes. If confronted, they would obfuscate the matter until the wife was led into believing she was either in error or overly suspicious of her rightful spouse. It was the way of things and had been that way for centuries.The fact of the matter was that general society was slow to change just as the likelihood of a leopard losing its spots if it. And I want to fuck you." He stood, clumsy with his pants hanging mid-thigh, and pulled me to my feet. Laughing, we stumbled through the apartment into the bedroom, where he shucked his pants and cum-spattered shirt. "You get naked too," he ordered me. "And sit on the bed with your back to the wall." He looked around the room. "Do you have lube?" Wordlessly, I retrieved my bottle of KY from the night table, and followed his instructions, sitting at the head of my bead, my back to the wall, my.