The bartender raises his eyebrow and smirks with a bit of a naughty grin, "Oh!" He says...and then gets us another round. Daniella and I shared some s...ories and quickly built our connection, we both knew that the physical attraction was there, but now we had a personal connection, and what was about to unfold would be amazing for the both of us.After sitting for about an hour or so, we settled our bar tab and were ready to go back to the room I had reserved for us. I had checked in earlier that. He slipped off my body and lined up between my outstretched legs. “Good bitch, my good bitch.” I felt him enter me and little by little all twelve inches filled me. As his balls hit my ass we both moaned, “You are so fucking tight…good little bitch. You love your Master's cock?” “Hell yes…fuck me raw, please Master,” I begged “That’s the way…beg me my bitch.” He started slowly; all the way out… all the way back in… all the way out…all the way back in. I pushed back. God, he felt amazing. Never. As she grabbed his ass tighter and helped him push deeper into her own body, forcing his cock to penetrate further and deeper within her tight cunt. "Ughhh... that's it... harder... harder!" She called out. Her throes of passion overtaking the innocence of what she was doing and right then, all she wanted was to be fucked hard and deep.John stopped rocking as he pulled back and looked down upon her. Sweat glistening from his body, as he held her hips once more, tightly. He pulled back and. I was thrown by the sight of my wife's 56 year old naked body held tight up against Clay's perfect 21-year old frame. But if our young stud had any hesitation he didn't show it. He kissed her like a lover would. Her skin under his fingertips was the smoothest ivory. Her hand, wedding ring gleaming, grasped his magnificent black manhood. He was going to make her young again.When they were ready, I helped Clay move the coffee table into the foyer, and when we returned to the living room we saw my.