He is fingering my pussy and I am stroking his cock.He whispers in my ear. You are wicked! How will I last even 15 minutes if you do that?I laugh and ...hisper back: Well? What do you think you were doing to me. I'm not thirteen anymore! I am your wife and I know you as well as mom does.So it seems Cin, so it seems.He fondles my breasts and plays with my clit, giving me little orgasms. I keep him hard and happy. I love my husband and he knows it. I know his body, every bit of it. I am happy I get. My hand slides up and down slowly as I focus on the next image. A close up of her bared breasts and my heart beats faster my mouth going dry. I can almost feel the caress of her smooth skin on my fingers tips as I cup my hands around those wondrous globes. She moves kneeling in front of me looking into my eyes, and I watch transfixed as she slowly licks her lips. My throat is tight as I try to swallow my hand unconsciously moving faster stroking my throbbing erection.I pause slowing down,. He'd noticed every time her pumped her arsehole her cunt would gape slightly as her lips parted further. It was hot. As usual Brad felt guilt and shame afterwards and didn't say much about it after much to Kathry's disappointment as she longed to be abused like this every day. Brad could not forget it though and fanatsized he was fucking her arse for quite a while after that even when she was sucking or fucking him. Meanwhile Kathryn kept showing her arsehole to him every chance she got. Then. The feel of it pushing aside the walls of her vagina and burrowing into her body was fantastic. There was a brief burning sensation when the thickest part of Carlo's shaft surged past her stretched pussy lips. Holly gasped, but she knew she wanted more.Carlo hesitated. "You okay? Should I stop?”"Don't you dare stop," Holly panted,while twisting under his weight, trying to find a perfect position to accept more of that thick Italian salami."I mean it, Carlo. Don't you dare stop until you're in.