He took himself in his hand and began to rub her, moving downward between her open cheeks. He paused over her tight opening and used himself to circle...her and heard a guttural mixture of a groaning moan escape her. He knew if he wanted her there she would not refuse him and he intended to feel her over himself there again, but not now. He wanted to pleasure her as well as himself right now. He wanted to feel her quiver on him and relish in having mastered her with his hardness. He moved himself. After a while I had to have a taste. With him still sitting on the couch, I switched positions and stared closely at his big dick. Before I could even think, Tom's hand was on the back of my head and his fat cock was already in the back of my throat. I sucked his shaft to the balls, with saliva dripping down my face. I ran my lips up and down while my tongue did a swirly motion on his tip. Tom was face fucking me so well pre cum started dripping out my my hard little cock and into my panties.. “Something tells me you like that,” he murmured into her ear. “They don’t get hard like that when I wash them,” she acknowledged. “The secret it out.” “Let me lather up again,” he suggested. She released his hands until they returned to her waist. “Let’s do the good bits,” she whispered, pushing his hands down her belly and across her mons. “Oh, my,” he whispered, feeling the slickness between her legs. “You really do like this.” “Hmmm,” she hummed. Her left hand released his and trailed behind. I was now privy, not only to their marital relations, but also to Eric’s kink for sloppy seconds, witnessing it first hand at last.The way that Bobbie rubbed herself against me kept me from going totally limp, too, much to my shock. She kept kissing me as well as pressing her fleshy tits against my chest, even running her fingers through my hair, even as her dear husband, my best friend, drove deeper into her twat. She made noises now that defied human understanding, were only possible if a.