.GOOODDDDD!!!!" I squealed, screamed. I tried to breathe hard to gain my senses, to get air. "OHHHhhhhhhhhhh...SWEEETT JEESUSSSSS.....Fuck...Whoa!!!",...I heaved as I gasped for air and tried to speak. "OH Andreas....Christ! That....THAT was big...Ggghoooaaah!" I moaned. Andreas's cock must have been aching. At least he had watched volcano Tricia blow up and become a senseless piece of meat bathing in sexual pleasure. But only too soon his eyes were on the damn screen again. I looked also, just. My husband was too caught up in some sports match to even notice my state, and I didn't have to hide my bralessness from him. In the shower, I soaked under the cool cascade of the water, and made sure not to touch myself as I wasn't entirely sure I would be able to restrain myself enough to not get off. I did however, make sure to clean up my bikini area with a razor, and even with that I got carried away. In one simple stroke of the blade, I removed my simple tiny landing strip, and left my. Again her body goes limp, and now I slowly pull my face away. I look up at her laying there, breathing hard. She doesn’t even notice as I slide my own jeans and boxers off. Her pleasure has made my cock as hard as a rock. I crawl back up to her, hovering over her sexy flushed face looking down at her. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. “That was incredible,” she says. I just smile, and then press my bare hips against hers. Her surprised was outmatched by her pleasure. The heat between our. As garment after garment was stripped from her, and she was left with just her panties, Zoë could hear noises from outside the bedroom. ‘Who’s out there?’ Zoë slurred. ‘Nobody babe, don’t worry about it, now let’s get those panties off and we can have a good time,’ Jamil reassured her. Naked Zoë lay back on the bed, her small nipples hardening in the breeze from the window, her legs closed. She hoped no one across the street could see her, naked on the bed through the window, as the net.