“Beg harder.”“Please please please Sir, your filthy slut is so wet from all those humiliating acts you made me do. She’s a true whore. Please ...uck her Sir and use her holes and let her cum. I’m begging you Sir please.” You nod and turn the vibrations off.“I’ll call us a cab.”As we leave the bar, I notice there are two clear water stains on my dress from the ice cubes right where my tits are.“Don’t cover them up whore, walk." You chastise me as we walk on.I feel the tears starting to come back. My wife was now crying but my heart was saying that she was enjoying it too. Now he started fucking like a dog. He continued fucking my wife in different poses for about an hour. Then he discharged his cum inside my wife’s cunt. My wife was lying flat on the sofa like a dead body. He left the room with his clothes. Then I closed the entrance door and went to my wife. I thought she must be angry because I allowed him to do all, but she thanked me not to disturb them. My wife was in deep pain but. He held one out to Patrick, who eagerly brought it to his mouth and lit up. Patrick nodded his thanks, closed his eyes, and inhaled happily. He expected the man to move on, but he remained still, on Patrick’s left. “Cold, don’t you think?” The man questioned in fluent English. Patrick eyed the man curiously. He understood the word cold, and clearly understood it was a question, but it was enough that he put two and two together. “Yah.” He replied before taking another drag on the cigarette.. Moving, he lie next to her, attaching his mouth to her nipple, his free hand pinching the other. His cock lay heavy against her thigh, and unable to resist the urge, he ground against her, letting her feel his arousal. He moved his hand faster, feeling her resistance fade, and focused his attentions on her beautiful breasts. Lips and tongue worked together to arouse and excite Dharla in a way she was sure she wouldn’t ever forget. Her hips rose to meet Liam’s hand, grinding herself against his.