I was the one who fucked your wet tight married cunt when you were passed out…”I shuddered when he laughed and added: “Now I am going to take th...t sweet anal cherry just for me…”I laughed to myself, thinking the guy had a huge dick; but he was an idiot. My hubby used to fuck me in the ass every week and now this bastard would find it a bit stretched and used to a good size…I thought this guy’s dick would be even thicker than my husband’s; so I braced myself just in case for a brutal anal. No more encouragement needed, his eager body plunged easily into mine. I felt the warmth of his skin on mine, gliding on the equally-warm translucent lubricant all over my body. All the way down, and all the way in, I felt the warmth, the wetness. I gasped to quench my lungs, which were thirsty for pleasure.And pleasure is what I received. The rhythm was not like a train's steady rhythm. It was broken, jagged, and all the better as it accelerated. Let’s say we did 'zero to sixty' in 2.5. The. A new page appeared. It read 'Is this what you really want? Please review your choices carefullybefore clicking submit.'It's taking itself very seriously for a light-hearted survey, hethought. And as for cutting edge technology, he hadn't seen muchevidence of this so far. Just a few bogus sounding references toancestors and genetics.Nevertheless, he looked back over his selections. His interest wasdefinitely waning, but it had consumed a lot of time already andtired as he was he was very. “Cum for me Mita, and then I want to taste you” she whispered. My mind was a flurry of thoughts. Here I was in an almost strange city. In a dress shop I had never been in and with a woman I had only met minutes before, who was finger fucking me in front of a huge mirror, but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt the tingle build until there was no turning back, and the floodgates opened with a massive orgasm. She could feel my pussy contract and my body going stiff as my pussy honey poured.