One thing only. Cumsluts only have one thing on their mind. The d****s mean you’re going to indulge. And tonight, the d****s are up. I hope that’s...ok with you.’I moan. ‘I’ll take that for a yes. Not that you have much choice. But how should I feel, that my husband wants this? Husband’s aren’t supposed to desire what is going to happen to you tonight. But you. You. You do want this. Oh don’t you ever. Little CEI pervert. You will willingly let your wife build up a nice, big load. You want your. Looks like I was wrong. That cheating bastard! He certainly is, Fran agreed. Should I make another pitcher? No, not now. I should make some dinner. I havent had anything but a bagel and a latte since this morning, Maya said, working her way to her feet. Lets go out. My treat, Fran said. Neither of us should drive, Maya said. Ill pay for the cab, too, Fran smiled. Im a mess. Ive been crying for hours, Maya protested. Do you remember the time in college, when that football player dumped me? Fran. She tricked me and locked me out of the room, and wouldn't let me back until I walked the hall around the courtyard overlook a million times. Once I was walking right, and my feet were killing me badly enough, she let me back in the room. I guess that damn plug really does help me move like a woman.By that time, it was after five and we went to the meeting room and set up the table with pads and pens. She told me that I should look like I was taking notes and serve coffee and soft drinks, but. Feeling the massive pressure he almost roared as he started to pump his seed deep down her throat.Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still hard member and smiled down at it. Again a wicked smile lit up her pale face as she moved and brought her now soaked pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one thrust she breathed out a contented sigh as she sank all the way down his shaft. The man, still trying to catch his breath, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex.