"Come on, Jus. Move your feet," Kay's head appeared from the doorway, her face strangely sympathetic. Ah hell, was my dilemma that obvious? No matter,...I had long mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "Yeah sure, Kay," I grinned, bounding up the stairs to the door. This freaky feeling is only because I haven't got laid in two months, of that I was sure. If I fucked Ina tonight, everything would go back to normal. I'm not in love with her, I'm just lusting after her. Yes, that is probably the. Slowly, I pushed the door open, and entered. Ana was on the edge of the bed, completely naked, facing away from me, on her hands and knees. Behind her was a black young guy I did not recognize him at all. He was completely naked too; he also faced away from me. His ass was in motion, slowly but rhythmically, pulling first backwards, and thrusting then forwards; on each forward stroke, my wife jolted forward in time with the slap of his balls against her skin. Her round firm breasts bounced in. It's full of people who're also naked and there's a lot of anonymous groping and fucking. Anything goes with anyone and you all leave as anonymously as you arrived?" He wouldn't have been Patrick if he wasn't tweaking my nipples again, and if his finger wasn't sliding into me, plugging his juices that were still leaking out, using them as lubrication to slip in a second and then a third finger. I wouldn't have been me if I hadn't spread my legs wider, welcoming him, eager for more. He looked. “I’d say all cum makes you look hot, but it’s my cum makes you look fucking hot.” She sighs as my tip pushes against her stomach and her pussy stretches around me. She slides her hands over her bulging stomach and down to her stuffed pussy as I slowly thrust into her. Her battered pussy feels looser but is still just as tight when she spasms. I lean down and kiss from her neck to her lips while massage-holding her hips. She moans in my mouth and arches her back a little to get my dick to hit.