As she parted her lips, he thrust in his tongue demanding for hers to join his in the dance. His hands cusped her ass pulling her closer against him,...his hips starting to match the movement of hers. She was responding to his male power as only a woman does, getting wet, soft, ready, wanting needing him. PART TWONikki pulled her lips away, savoring the taste of Devin. She reached over to the plate and picked up a lush red rip strawberry. She rolled lightly in a small bowl of sugar. Devin. As she touched herself, she usually just concentrated on the implement being used. It never mattered anymore who was wielding it. All that mattered was the stinging, burning feeling of each impact as it made her cry out. She had tried spanking herself, but she could never force herself to do it properly. She had too much control, and it wasn't the same. As she looked at the completed machine, she realized that that's what made her buy it. And now it was here. There was only one thing left to. No problem I opened the door and pulled the machine forward using the drum for grip, behind the machine she had a cut off valve, I gave it a quick twist and the water dripping from the back of the machine subsided. Would you like me to push it back in? No leave it out for now, saves having to keep moving it causing a ruckus. Would you like a drink? yes please, she grabbed me a short beer from the fridge and poured herself a red wine. We went and sat back in the living room, I sat on the sofa,. As the door opened, I was shocked to see my husband still standing there, but as I was pulled backwards by my shoulders, and forward by my pelvis, I was helpless to even acknowledge him. Or to even tell him to get the fuck out of the way! The man’s sexual skills were just that good.What was even more impressive was his stamina. I had climaxed twice when he was on top of me, and was losing my mind this second time he was fucking me. There was no other word for it. This wasn’t making love, or.