He again stood next to me.My hand reached back and wrapped around his large hard cock. The thick meat in my palm spread my fingers so wide my fingers ...ouldn’t touch.I accepted my disturbing reality. “I want to be fucked by Devonte,” I confessed.My husband was speechless. He offered no objection.“Tell hubby WHY you want Devonte to fuck you,” he continued to finger me going deep and hitting my spot. His finger was skillful and seemed to read my mind knowing where and how to touch me. I tried to. Emmy’s bosom heaved with her sharp breaths as the storm inside her matched the one above her. The heat seemed to intensify; the air became closer, clinging to her body like a second skin. She could feel his eyes burning over her, raking across her flesh like a hand. Emmy couldn’t control the small sounds of pleasure that issue from her throat. She was hotter than she’d ever been in her life knowing that someone was up there watching her as she touched herself. More light, longer lasting,. She tried to hold them closed but I was stronger and I put my head between her legs and licked her cunt which was already wet from her fingers. She cried out no please don’t and tried to push me away but I held my position. I pushed my head in more and my tongue now was licking her very nicely and her struggles had almost stopped.I kept on licking and working my tongue against her clitoris as well as dipping inside her wet cunt and then suddenly things changed. She opened her legs wider and she. “Naughty, naughty.” She smiled and closed her eyes.I returned to her side and began slow spiral strokes over her stomach, breasts and pubic mound. I let each nipple slide between my thumb and forefinger. When they reached the joint at my palm I applied just a smidgeon of pressure. Carrie inhaled sharply. Was that a tremor in her thighs?I moved my ministrations to her verdant mound and poured oil more heavily. The patch was thick and would need much oil to penetrate it.Carrie’s legs were open.