The fucking was relentless. Fleming’s lustful gasps mixing with her cries of pain and fear. And more slapping. Simmonds masturbated on his own edge ...o his wife’s pain. Chocking. Fucking and chocking. And talking. Fleming never stopped talking to her, snarling his words, inaudible to Simmonds. His grunts began to blend into the sounds of her gurgling struggle for life.Simmonds twitched. His entire body stiffened and his face contorted into his orgasm, a massive surge of ecstasy that in a. After a moment of collecting herself, she realized that stalling would only bring more attention to herself. Her facial expressions looked like a deer trapped in front of a spotlight. With all of her will, she managed to unclasp her bra and separate the straps in the back. She held the cups against her soft flesh for dear life, making sure that the shoulder straps kept everything in place. Carefully, she moved her body into position on the sheet of sanitary paper laid out for her. Her back. Her boobs popped out and dangled right in front of me; I could not help but look at their beauty. They were big at double D's and plump just asking to be squeezed. Chelsea soon noticed I was staring. "You like them bitch?" She said as she slid her one piece off her legs "Well no worries you will be seeing them a lot more often. Now we cannot have my bitch getting dry now can we?" She picked up her swim suit and threw it at me. "Put this on slut. I looked at him, didn't say a thing, and went back to work on my bf's cock. The guy had his palm on my tit and was pinching and stretching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger . The way my tits were bouncing from me sucking on my bf, and him latched onto my nipple, it was just to the point of hurting, but a good hurt. It was perfect. I was working his cock so good when he grabbed the back of my head. I knew it was time. A few good bounces of my head and he thrust his hips forward into my.