Well, today was the day! My fist, my fist, I was jamming my whole hand, my whole fist up my husband's ass. I was fist fucking that ass of his while I ...ucked his cock. I felt his stretched asshole grip my wrist like a rubber band as I finally managed to get all of my hand inside him.I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his face a grimace of endurance and ecstasy. This was Mike, my husband. He loved it like this, extreme. We turned out to be so well-suited for each other.In a sense, could. Making me wonder if maybe she should have had my role instead. Prince, was rubbing his cock now, up and down, as he watched. His cock was so full and large, I promised I wouldn't but I wanted nothing more than to slide his cock into my tight wet pussy and ride him into oblivion. I gently pushed her away from me gasping for breath. She was gasping too, her eyes pleading for more. She moved back to me placing her lips on mine again, starting a burning fire inside me that went from my lips right. The same squeak from the never before oiled door hinges, and the same narrow, mistrusting eyes behind the bar. And the same old friend sitting in our usual corner. He looked up as I walked through the door. A little too quick, I thought. I instantly smiled and waved at him in return. The barkeeper was already stretching towards the days ago opened anonymous wine bottle as I ordered a stout. Strong and black. He looked questioningly at me before pouring, as if to see if there was still a girl. Main uske kareeb aak baith gaya to woh boli aap yahan kyon aa gaye, maine kaha aapke pyaar ki kami dur karne. Maine uska haath pakad liya aur chumna laga, woh boli. Plz aisa mat karo. Maine uski ek baat bhi nahi suni aur usko chumta raha, woh bhi garam hone lagi thi. Main uske gale pe kiss karne laga aur apna ek haath uski salwar ke andar daal diya to woh sihar uthi. Woh kanpne lagi. Maine uske boobs ko dabaane laga ussee bhi maza aa raha tha woh siskiyan le rahi thi. Maine uske kapde utaar.