He would ‘slip’ and enter the wrong area and not stop till he was finished, leaving me sobbing into the pillows that he forced my face into so tha... my screams and pleas couldn’t be heard and with any amount of begging or pleading from me with him to stop would result in him gagging me, being smothered with a pillow, or choked until I passed out. With my sobbing and tears urging him on to inflict more pain. And even with all of this, I stayed. Because when it was over, he would say he was. And I mean she really, really came. I am surprised you didn't hear her next door. She buried her face in the pillow to try to muffle her screams. But she had the biggest orgasm I have ever witnessed. But she did have to rub her clitoris to get there." "Did you cum in her ass when she came?" I asked. I had to admit the description of Jen's reaction was arousing me, and I could feel my jealousy slowly melting away. "Not the first time she came. I was not really able to fuck her back there. It. The cushions on the sofa are rumpled and a bead from Marie's dress is on the floor. I smirk and walk up to the bedroom. My wife is sitting up in bed with her book in her lap. The duvet comes to her waist and reveals her peach camisole edged with champagne lace that I bought her during a business trip to London. Underneath the duvet, she will be wearing the matching champagne lace knickers that she knows I love. I smile. God I love her. Marie's hair falls in corkscrew curls around her shoulders. The bottom of the canyon fell a thousand feet deep in some areas. He’d have to stay alert or someone, bandit or Indian, would pick him off from overhead. Riding near the river he scanned the walls that began to rise around him as he dropped below the ground level of the plain.The mule bellowed a complaint and John turned to him, pushed his hat back on his head and smiled. “Don’t like it any better than you, Ornery. Not by one bit,” Bain reset his hat, twisting back to the front. Gritting his.