“That’s it, dude. Keep fucking her. I’m recording it.” My boyfriend paused for a moment and kneeled on the bed next to Steve. In his hand was ...he ipod he had used to record me being fucked. “Wow man, I can actually see my cock in her ass by looking at her pussy,” Steve said. “Why don’t you leave the speculum in her and fuck her in the front? I’ll stay in her ass.” Steve continued to pump me as my boyfriend took full advantage of my open hole. I could feel him insert his cock inside of me, but I. I run my tongue all over it and force it against the crinkled little opening, soaking it in my spit.There is no conscious thought in what I am doing now - all of my actions are guided by my base a****l lust for this heavenly creature. My sex is a scolding pit of molten fire as it is licked, sucked and fingered by this young girl, and in a moment of clarity I realise that both of us have cum but I don't know how many times - there may not be any gap between them!Having spent some time teasing. I didn't even know you at that point.”“But then you found out. And you kept going anyway. Both of you did.”“We stopped before--”“It hurt so much, realizing that one of my best friends… If he had been with a stranger… Are you sure that's not his baby?”“We told you: we had an emotional affair, not a physical one. And it ended--I ended it, I was the one who ended it, months before my husband impregnated me.”“How did Kevin get over it?”“He didn’t. We’re maneuvering through the wreckage.”“Why?”“Why. I sucked her asshole slowly as I pressed my fingers into her pussy. She was burning inside. Her heat instantly lit me. Her texture was so smooth, silky, her pussy pulled at my fingers as I French kissed her sweet hole. She ran her hands over her breasts to her clit. I could feel her fingers toying and pressing it. She was panting quickly, pressing me deep into her with her other hand. Her body was so desperate for every touch. She released deep moans, seeming to have been trapped within her for.