Karen made a face, waved her hand in front of her nose and sent him to the shower. He left the kitchen pulling his shirt off. His broad shoulders and ...ack were shiny and wet. But there’s something she never told him. His sweat was like an aphrodisiac. Something about it just did things to her that she couldn’t explain. While Dan went to take his shower Karen called her neighbor and asked her to take the boys out to eat after the game. She wanted to take advantage of this time, and Dan. With. But the experience was making him feel even more horny than he was before and so he accepted this new punishment willingly. Chrissie began pounding the strap-on into his ass in a steady rhythm. One hand one his thigh, the other reaching round to masturbate his now throbbing dick roughly. Chrissie held the strap-on inside him and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Are you enjoying your punishment Mr Cranwell?” “Mmmmmm,” was all he could manage in reply. Chrissie continued fucking him. As you lift the panties up over your thighs and over your buttocks, I notice that the back of the panties are open with just some lace material crisscrossing across your ass.As you twirl around, you clearly notice the large lump forming under the towel that I’m still wearing but you choose to ignore it and reach down into the cardboard bag once again. This time you pull out another emerald coloured garment which is a little larger than the last one. You bunch it out in front of you and slide. As she was kissing be back I force the rest of my cock inside of her. “Jesus fuck me!” Laura yelled as my cock sunk balls deep into her. She was gasping for air. “Just stay there,” gasped my wife. “Just for a fucking minute, please,” she begged. I obliged. My cock was as rigid as a steel rod and wasn’t in danger of shrinking any time soon. I waited for Laura to get her breath back. “Make me your whore, angel,” she finally breathed out. “Fuck my ass like the fucking whore I am.” She didn’t need.