He enjoys me more slowly now. Holding me in just the right position, so I can wet just the tip of his cock. Licking around the head, my bunched hair c...enched in his hand and the backs of my knees starting to sweat. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I. His place of work and residence were within a 2 km radius from mine. As was usual, the nearer the guy, the hornier the dick and the sluttier the ass.We exchanged pics. He looked cute and fair. I complimented him. He was bashful at me complimenting him because he has a balding head. I told him, I too am losing hair, so I better not judge anyone that. He smiled. But yes, he was a cute looking guy.And the other stuff went as usual. Chat about likes, preference, and feasibility of timings and. Only her effusive lubrication made it possible for me to enter her at all, let alone slowly enter her entirely, stretching out her channel inch by glorious inch until my balls kissed against her soft butt. You should have heard your wife while this was happening, it looked liked lamas training for natural c***d birth the way she forced herself to breath, her eyes wide open locked on where we were joined stared in total disbelief as the entire length of my black monster was slowly crammed into. With eight guys to three women, at least one of the bunks had a humping couple in it at all times. In the evening there would be guys waiting near the beds, sippin’ shine and stroking their peckers, ready for their next turn with whoever didn’t have someone between their thighs.Billy Bob remembered how difficult the first part of their marriage had been. He had struggled to get her to spend more time in the marital bed than back with her Pa, three brothers, and an uncle. He’d made damn sure she.