Would you like one more, two, maybe three, how about ten or twenty or a hundred Mr. Smith?”I sucked on Victor’s cock as the whole idea swirled abo...t in my head. I just kept sucking and sucking as Tom kept thrusting and thrusting, as her question turned into nothingness. But she wasn’t going to just give up. She had asked a question that demanded an answer.So she asked again, “How many big black cocks would you like Mr. Smith.” Victor pulled away again so I could concentrate and answer her. How. Both my friends told me that they are having some problems in their sex life but we are ok about what they are having sex with their husband’s but they asked me about my sex life I told them everything what I have told to you about my husband.After our discussion my friends suggested me to have sex with another person who keeps it as a secret and full fill your dreams completely but I refused for what they told because I can’t imagine other then my husband on my bed. Then my friends told you. I hauled her t-shirt up over her head. I can’t describe how sexy this young woman was, sprouting from her khaki slacks like a tulip, full little breasts straining against her white bra. I reached behind her and unclasped it, pulled it away, revealing firm tits and dark pink nipples, already hard and pointed from the cold office. I propped her butt on the desk and licked her nipples, sometimes hardly nipping them, sometimes moving up towards her neck, as she pulled my shirt off and fumbled with. So warm, pulsing with the beat of her heart.Deidre latched onto my clit, sucking as hard on it as she had when it was a futa-dick. I shivered, my ass clenching, my body shaking. Pleasure built and built in me as I loved her cock. Her fingernails bit into my slim butt-cheeks, pulling my cunt tight against her hungry mouth.She moaned about my clit, humming delight shivering through my body.And then hot futa-cum spurted into my mouth.The jizz flooded to the back of my throat, washing around my.