I grabbed her meaty twat in my hand, squeezing and twisting, digging my nails into it. The table danced across the tile floor as her body convulsed un...ontrollably. I watched her eyes go In the back of her head. Her toes cramping, her torso spasmed, as she came.I couldn’t hold out any longer and came In her ass. I pulled my cock out , she looks up at me. You lust after my cries don’t you?I love making you cry baby.Me too, it’s the best orgasm she pants.I lean down and bite her swollen pussy lips. A little later, after they’d been lying next to each other, resting, Yvonne turned on her side and faced him. She had a sad look on her face. ‘I…I have something I need to tell you,’ she said softly, ‘and…and it isn’t good news.’ ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked. He could feel his mood sinking. ‘I…I’m not sure how to tell you this…’ Yvonne said, not looking at him. ‘I…I won’t be able to see you again. This…this will be the…the last time we can be together.’ Her announcement stunned him. ‘Why?’ he. Ballard, on my knees, and sucking him attempting to get him hard again.The way the tape was put together, it looked like I went right for him, because the other two men wouldn't fuck me anymore. It made me look like I was a cock-hungry whore or slut craving to be fucked over and over. I did not realize just how wild I had become and how forceful I was at sucking and being fucked that day.The screen faded to black and then lit up again with me dressed the way I was today, showing me just as I. She moved her hips, arched her back, to open up wide for him. “Good morning, my slut. Did you sleep well?”She nodded. She had. The night before, after the bath, they’d taken a nap, and didn’t wake up until nearly 9. She wanted to cook for him, but he said it was too late, so they ordered delivery (which she admitted, with great reluctance, was good). They’d watched a movie on the couch, like a normal couple, at least until she moved and some part of her body reminded her of all they’d.