So, there she was, splayed wide, two beautifully split legs, with the huge black man dwarfing her body. His ass muscles were obvious and intense as he...began ramming my wife. Each ass twitch was matched by a throb and spasm that went clear to the end of his cock. This guy grabbed the seat handles and, each time he went forward, he picked up the seat and my wife and pulled them toward him. It was a deeper, bigger, bang than ever. When he thought of having the married runner wife, who everyone on. ” I said as it got closer.“I’m on pills.” She claimed steadily between moans.That assurance totally got me over the edge. Hugged her across her body right under her breasts while she grabbed my right ass with her right hand pulling me tight. Then her right leg crossed with mine - locking me up. She got me into a submission where soon after, I blasted few loads up her womb. “Eeerrgghhh…. aaaaahhhhh!!! Aaahhh!! Hhaahhh!!! Fuck it babe! Feels damn good!” I moaned hard as my already-drained balls. “You want more, or have you had enough?” I asked.“Oh, hell, no!” Ginger exclaimed. “I want that dick until the sun comes up.”And so, we did; I believe Ginger tried every position in the Kama Sutra that night.My favorite was the tried and true Cowgirl. Ginger gave me a long slow fuck while riding my cock. The look of ecstasy on her face, the glistening sweat across her body, her fiery red hair a tangled mess, and those emerald green eyes staring into my soul. The memory still gives me chills. The Boss raised his hips forcing more cock in, Stacey starting to gag her hands pushing his pelvis back."Mmg, mmmmm, mm yeah mmmm," he groaned. "Take it all the way down bitch." He turned to her hopeless partner." Keep jerking that cock boy, or I'll fucking choke her with this." And if to demonstrate he gripped her head firmly and pinching her nose pushed deeper. Stacey bucked the head on her tonsils the thing filling her throat."Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!" The despairing man increased.