Fresh blood burned in the air.Abigail humped her pussy into her husband's devouring mouth. He licked and nuzzled, feasting on her flesh. Her pussy cle...ched. She groaned, a desperate hunger in her depths. She had to be filled. To be used and fucked.She didn't need her pussy eaten.“Fuck me,” Abigail hissed, releasing Britney's nipple. “Ram that big, thick cock in me, Damien. I need it. Pound me. Oh, I'm so horny.”Mary laughed as Faust howled. “Pound me. Make me scream louder than Faust.”“Yes,”. I paused for a moment before the waitress brought me back to reality. The waitress left and I busied myself squeezing the lemon wedge into my coke. No matter how I try those wedges are not designed to put juice where you want it. I’d just finished and picked up the straw to remove its covering when I heard a sound and looked up. The guy was standing in front of me. When I said ‘yes?’ he asked if he could have dinner with me. I told him that I was married and eating alone. He looked sad and. I invited John to sit down and have a drink. We quickly downed our drinks, both of our minds were elsewhere. John took our glasses to the kitchen, when he returned I reached out and began to feel the outside of his silk thong. It was not long until my hand wondered in through that gap formed by his cock sticking out. I fondled his balls and felt the base of his huge penis. I worked my way up the length of his shaft until I arrived at the head of his cock. It really did feel like a helmet. A big. I felt myself slide into her wet slit effortlessly. Soon I wasfully engulfed in her again, and she began grinding into me. I thrustmy hips up to meet her pace as she rode me expertly.I closed my eyes, sighing deeply as her tempo sped up. My breathingbecame ragged and desperate and a light sweat was breaking out on myforhead. I felt the pleasure growing inside me. I wave of euphoriaswept over me, momentarilly making me sensless. I felt a deep sense offullfilment deep inside my lower body as I.