It was now stuck in her up to its hilt. Further advance seemed improbable and even alarming. Yet the sensation of holding it so deep excited her. It ...nduced? a fluttering of anticipation in her belly to be so perilously close to danger, and it was impossible for her to feel one sort of anticipation without feeling another sort: As the pen excited fear, her clitoris estimated pleasure. The unruly organ was by no means satisfied. This was perhaps the more so since Sanchez had stopped touching. She was so fucking wet. I don’t think I had ever seen her that turned on or that wet. There was already a damp spot under her on the bed generated by her sheer excitement of what was about to happen. Eric kept his left hand in her pussy with it spread, and then took his right hand and guided his cock towards her cunt. He touched his cock to her pussy and got it wet. Then he ran his cock up and down between her pussy lips. She moaned and arched her back as the eye of his cock touched her clit in. And I got my plan ready. I suddenly parted from her body, and checked out the handle bar between our seats. Yeah, I got it right. I am lucky enough to be seated in a foldable handle chair. I raised and turned the handle and it slid between our seats. Now I got a free open space between us. The whole area, big enough like the back of a car is open for all plays. She looked at me as if in question as to what my plan is. I moved my but to the extreme right of my seat, looked once at the rest of. I quickly stripped off my remaining clothes and masturbated as I watched her consummate our bestial marriage in our bed. He knotted insider her and stayed on top of her for several minutes, pumping her full of dog semen. I wanted to do something I hadn’t done before. When he finally dismounted from her, I told her not to move. Her pussy was dripping with dog cum. I buried my face in her cum filled pussy and began licking her ravenously - swallowing his cum as if flowed into my mouth. I licked.