He was like a sweet silky hard freight train; in hard, out head, steady and relentless. My face was pressing hard into the pillow and his belly was wh...cking wet and sweaty into my ass. How he could keep this pace for so long I don’t know, but he wailed on me for what seemed like an hour before he suddenly stopped deep inside me. Silent. I could hear him panting, I could feel his cock throbbing. I tightened my ass around him. “No, don’t baby.” he blurted out. “I don’t want to cum yet.” I. This was explained when Amy slapped one of them."Are you going to cum for me, you little slut?" No, Miss Amy! I can only cum for him! Please don't be mad at me." I'm not mad slave, I can only cum when he says I can too. That doesn't mean that I can't try to make you cum without permission." With that Amy laid a couple of slaps on each of those big breasts, leaving more of those angry red marks.This only served to make Lisa moan louder. So, she liked pain, hmm? Perfect.Though she was a big. She asked me about my wife, and if she fished at all. ‘No’, I told her sadly. Wanda did not fish or do anything recreationally, she lived now just to work. In her world, fish came only from the supermarket, preferably in microwaveable cubes, as she didn’t cook much (or particularly well) either. For the next hour or so, I described our married life, Wanda’s behavior and her increasing obsession with her work. I told her I hadn’t quite given up all hope yet, but the end was clearly pretty. I grabbed Sandhya by the waist and pulled her towards me. Her boobs smashed against my chest, and I got instantly hard. This was the first time I had a woman in my arms. Sandhya was feeling shy and had her head down. I lifted her chin and made her look towards me.Her eyes were a mixture of lust, shame and fear in them. But I was consumed by lust.Me – Don’t be scared.I planted a kiss on her soft lips and started kissing her like a madman. She tried to resist me, but I didn’t listen and kept.