All this time, she was talking to her, cursing her, her voice maintaining a monotonous incantation of slurs. My wife remained unmoved, leaning against...our sofa, her ass high up, her legs pinned by her underwear and jeans curling around her knees."You slut," Denys was saying, "why should I fuck you, you cock-sucking whore. You don't deserve to be fucked by me, you can go to your husband, get him to fuck you, my cock's too good for you." She slapped her ass, once, twice, then pulled back and held. He stopped fucking her, and picked up the phone."Constance, is that you? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you since midnight to wish you a happy new year. Is everything ok?" Who the fuck is this, nigga?" Yelled Justin into the phone. He recognised the voice on the other end of the receiver but could not identify it."Oh fuck, Justin, where's my sister? I swear you hurt her and my crew's coming for you!" Jonny? Is that you? You mean to tell me this little cunt I'm raping right now is the. "Okay, I can fix that," she said and slipped into the water between my legs. She pulled my suit down and off my legs, taking my cock (still very soft) in her left hand and looked at me. When I smiled she took a deep breath and ducked her head under water, taking me in her mouth. I got hard quickly as pumped her head up and down. Her mouth was six degrees cooler that the water and feeling that as she pushed her mouth down then pulled back up was wild. Usually the mouth was warmer but I decided I. She felt it get even bigger. Shawn couldn’t wait, He slowly slid inside her. She felt as warm, moist, and tight as he’d remembered. Susan pressed upward against him. She wanted him inside her, as deep as possible. She wanted lots of children, as many as possible, but only with Shawn. If things went south, and he was killed, she might never get another chance. Sure she loved the feeling, the sense of fullness, the incomparable heat and throbbing, the pulsating power, but she wanted his seed.