"Why?" To fuck," she told him finally. "You are my slut Kara, you told me yourself, remember? tell me more. Why are we here together?" My husband wa...ts me to get fucked... by you." Her head was down and she was shaking when he turned her face to him and kissed my wife full on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her closed lips. His hands moved quickly to her beautiful breasts and squeezed them roughly. He could feel her nipples harden and she could feel the heat from his hand. Kara. We can play a round of golf, and then have a late lunch."Ally smiled. "Super! See ya then!" Damn fucking windmill," Ben cursed. "What do they think this is, Holland?!"Ally blushed at his foul language, but she couldn't help but grin at it, too. It was adorably childish, and she loved the fact that he felt free to be himself around her. She was sick of people walking on eggshells around her because she was Catholic. Just because she didn't have a huge vocabulary of four letter words didn't mean. Without leaving my cock even a centimeter from his ass, he pushed his cymbals as far as it went forward and as far as it went back again - again and again."Boah, that's cool, Frank".Frank, too, continued to move upwards in the load scale with every forward movement of his basin. Every time he blew out, like a tuba player. The volume of the noise we caused had long ago been no longer important to us. Our wheezing and moaning had to be heard far into the hall - especially when our bodies clapped. -I recline on a leather chaise lounge, lazily fisting my meat as amber lights flicker through the tinted glass lattice of the VIP cube. It was easier than I thought… disappointingly so. I wanted a challenge. Reluctance. I wanted fear giving way to drunken fealty. I wanted to stoke the dark coals of lust in her, tiptoeing her over the plank until she’s begging to jump into the murky abyss. Sweet fuckin’ decadence. That was always the goal. Silver tongued power trip. All wiped away by the easy.