While Dave kissed her neck and shoulders, Chloe moved her body back and rubbed her rear against his erection. She was breathing heavy, her nipples tig...t and hard in his hands. Dave was instantly horny. He kissed along the back of her neck and let his hands stray down to play with her belly button and stroke her hard thighs. Her groans of encouragement spurred him on. He slipped down on one knee removing the bottom of her swimmers. Chloe shuddered when his oily fingers stroked her pussy lips.. Not surprisingly my own cock was making it clear that it would like to join the party. "Cum inside me, Paul. I want you to shoot your spunk inside me!" Sam's words were erratic and interspersed with muffled screams that coincided with Paul's strong thrusts. Now you would think that this would be the ideal time to release my straining cock from the confines of my tight undergarments and bring myself off, but here's the thing... I suffer from the occasional attack of postcoital dysphoria.. She raised her head, watching intently at the reflection, watching the phallus penetrating her. Watched her vagina taking the toy, the more she watched the more she wanted to watch. She wanted to see the release. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whimpered over and over. She felt her orgasm build from deep inside her body, her hand thrusting the can in and out as she began to convulse on her bed. She kept raising her head to see the wanton woman in the mirror, watching as she pounded the toy into her. I picked my moment when I wouldn't be noticed and when it would be blamed on an accident. When my wife was close enough to me I reached my hand out and slipped it into the join at the back. Her strapless dress was held up by a mere twelve popper-style buttons up her back. I pulled at her dress causing almost all the buttons to fly open, leaving only two. The continuing mosh pit completed the rest of my task. The rowdy music lovers bashed into her and she fought back. The last two buttons.