A long, plaintive, “Oh, fuck!” hung in the air as the sensations forced the words from the deepest depths of my wife’s emotional core. She was i... control. She knelt across his body, leaning over him, her naked breasts pushing into his chest. Her movements controlled the pace and depth of his penetration and withdrawal. She was not being fucked. She was doing the fucking. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched. Hundreds of words and expressions flooded my mind, terms and statements I could. Initially it was very pleasurable but later it was pain and pleasure. She became wilder and put my pennies into her mouth. I was just touching her breasts and enjoying. I was about to cum and I told her. She held my nerve tight and stopped me from cumming and she was like now you have to listen to me else I’ll tell this to your parents. I had to tell yes.She took my hand and started to rub her vagina. It was so damn wet. She just ordered me that I have to fuck her. And she also told me that she. Around an hour and a half later, John awoke to the sounds of much music, screaming, running and murmuring. He thought it must be near or just past noon as, even through the tents heavy material, he could feel the suns rays directly above him. Looking over at his brothers and seeing them still fast asleep he thought, as he had many times before, "these two could sleep through the bombing of Pearl Harbor."Getting up and walking to the door, he quickly unzipped the front entrance and stepped out.. "Yes, I'm a whore, a nasty whore," I said, desperate for orgasm. The intensity of taking such a large cock was almost enough to make me pass out, but my desperate pussy was eagerly taking in every inch of his rock hard member. I wanted to reach down and touch my clit, but his hard body slamming against my swollen button was taking me close to orgasm. I clenched my pussy tightly around the large, slick cock that was savaging my insides. Rolling my eyes back in my head, I came with a loud moan..