She was moaning almost constantly now. She told herself to stop, but could not, and soon forgot about trying. Hank was stroking into her, long, smooth...strokes, seeming to draw out sensations from her core. Her pussy was not tingling, it was on fire. She loved the way she could feel his cock pushing its way up her channel, deep into her depths, then pull out nearly all the way before beginning its journey again. She was being stretched, gloriously so, not forcefully but gently. And each inch it. Kathleen did not consciously do anything wrong - she never would. She was at an extremely high emotional level. Something very embarrassing had happened to her. Now she was being held in comforting arms.The problem was, this was a very familiar, very meaningful position for her. Many, many times in their pool, Mark would stop in water too deep for her and hold her up. That feeling of being kept afloat by him resonated with her nature. They had a little almost ritual when this happened at night. A Black woman devoured her White partner's pussy, her tongue flicking through all her folds.I was in heaven. I hoped the cameras really were recording all the hot wife action.“That's it, slut, suck my cock,” I growled as I fucked Kimberly's mouth. I grabbed her blonde hair as I pounded her perfect face. My dick pressed against the back of her throat. I wanted to bury my dick down it and feel her tight throat constrict about it. But she resisted me. I tried again. Her eyes widened, fear shining. She smiled and asked my name I told her Lucky, she replied I am Nisha, name changed as I can’t give any detail about my client.So we had a great chat she belongs to a very rich family and lives at Andheri. Her husband lives mostly out of station for business and they don’t have any child. We have chatted for one week and then one day at 9 am she called me and told to come to her home. I became so excited and I have taken leave from my job for that day. I got fresh and dressed nicely and went to.