Trembling all over, Sylvia looked at the gaping fuckhole.Beneath a furry strip of blonde hair, the cunt was swollen and reddened. Brandy had been fing...ring herself while listening to Sylvia giving Mr. Moore a blowjob. Her fuckhole was open, and Sylvia could see the bright-pink inner pussy flesh. It glistened with a froth of cream. The juices steadily dripped out. The whole area between her friend’s legs was glistening wet. It drew the slut’s face like a magnet.Sylvia, her young lips parted,. I spread my legs wide for him and he slammed himself deeper and pulled almost out before slamming our mounds together on the downward thrust. I tilted my hips to meet him, but left my legs splayed out so that he was doing all the work, there was nothing I could have down with my own thrusting that he wasn't doing, lancing into my body with that long curved cock of his. He was sweating with exertion and his cock seemed to me to get even longer. I suddenly found him bumping my cervix and then. I was in the kitchen early this morning, cleaning up and putting everything away for when you come home when the phone rang."Jules asked, "So who was it, anybody important?" The most important people had her cell number."A woman named Aisha. Ben said she called earlier this morning too. This time she sounded frantic, she wants you to call her back right away."Jules wondered what was going on to have Aisha calling her and sounding frantic. "Did she say to call her at home or at the restaurant?". It is interfering with my work, it is dominating my life, it is obliterating my marriage. I have never been so aware of my body. Every nerve end is agitated. My skin is hypersensitive. I want to scream at the slightest brush of my clothes against it. For three days. For forever it seems. He has done nothing but humiliatingly stick his cock up my ass. He has reduced me to a piece of meat. And I can’t stop thinking about him, about his fat cock, about sex. it is like some grotesque variant of.