As Colin got well into his rhythm I moved back to better observe his thrusting buttocks as he fucked my wife, his body flexing as he delved deep into ...er cunt, prompting cries of delight that I knew from previous times only served to hasten his orgasm, my sense of anticipation rising with every thrust as I knew that he was approaching his moment of extreme pleasure. It came as Bernice grunted and groaned into her fourth or fifth orgasm and this clearly proved too much for Colin and he too. "Harder," she moaned."Are you sure?" he asked. Clearly, this was not normal behavior for Mrs. White."Yes, hurt me!" she cried as he squeezed hard. "Make me your bitch!"Mrs. White was really getting into it, and I suddenly realized that my hand was in my swampy panties, two fingers shoved up my twat.Mr. White was pounding away at Mrs. White, his body slapping into hers. I guess the sound woke something in him, because on one down stroke he slapped Mrs. White on the ass. "Oh yes!" she. A box that hasn't been opened for far too long. Sure there are holes to look out. Brief reprieves. From time to time the lid will lift just long enough to get a glimpse of the outside but the air gets stagnant. She longs for the days that past. The ones when she could find that release. A way to scratch that abominable itch that gnaws at her sanity. She needs that release. That euphoric rush that comes from the playtime that has evaporated and left her marooned on this island of solitude.This. Your grasp on my breast tightens, causing my moans to include the shocked cry of pain. (Sounds of pained moans) Spurred on, you slap my breasts. (Sounds of slapping and cries) The sting sends tingles of pleasure that radiates around my lust filled system. I can feel your hard cock pressing into my back through your trousers. We should probably take our time, really explore, but we've waited so long. With one hand savagely mauling at my breasts, you bite into my neck. My cries are pained, but.