You're..ah ! You...you're going to make me cum !” Sharon laughed and said: “Baby, you'll cum when I let you cum. I know your dick better than ...ou do” emphasizing her point by fingers dance along the ridge of my cock, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my system.As she continued her ministrations on my helpless cock, Sharon asked “Have you ever heard about edging ?” “No.” I moaned. “Well this, is edging. Keeping you on the edge of orgasm. Your girl knows her Kama Sutra. Sweetie,. By the time Cindy and Lindsay were done talking, several other employees had come in. I had no idea what I was going to do. I was sitting under my wife's desk in pajamas, no phone, my keys on the desk. Cindy left. My wife sat back down in her chair. She looked down at me between her legs. I must have looked pathetic sitting there, dishevelled, while she was looking great and professional. "What are we going to do?" I whispered. "Nothing!" She glared down at me. "Why did you have to come so damn. So, I moved my face a little forward and touched her lips with mine. I was just touching her lips lightly but not moving closer.Our eyes were closed, and we were feeling each other’s breaths. Then, after a few seconds, she moved towards me and started sucking my lips! I also started sucking those lovely Bengali lips and moving over her. It was so intense kissing that we lost control of ourselves.Soon, we were kissing aggressively in the dark – sucking and biting each other’s lips like hungry. She had been traumatized for life and the stranger was just getting started. She could close her eyes to Cole’s orgasm face but not her ears to the wet shlicks and gullet farts.“Nnngh, Marissa, your throat is so tight,” the boy said as jets of cum filled his throat-pussy’s mouth.She couldn’t spit; she couldn’t swallow; Marissa was forced to familiarize herself with the nuances of the salty cream pooling in her mouth until Cole had squirted his last rope against her cum-dripping uvula.An.