" "So long as you do, MJay, 'cause I ain't gonna mop up the fucking floor if you piss yourself." Shut up Dan, you're incorrigible." "I can be, MJay…...if you play your cards right, I can be." Oh no, even to my ears, I sounded far too enthusiastic. I don't know why I'd spoken like it. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was simply the effect she always had on me. But she knew I was looking down her top at her tits. Whatever the reason, what happened next blew my mind. Mary-Jayne took a step. With her eyes fixed on me as I raised my head to look down across my belly, and watch, she pushed forward, taking more and more of my cock until she had all of it inside her throat ... all the way to my balls.Then, she swallowed and the sensation was so great, before I could control it - or make her stop - I blasted my cum down her throat. It’s like she’s somehow milking my cock and the pleasure is akin to pain, it’s so good.Slowly, she backed away from my cock, letting it lie there, slick with. His length rubbing against my walls, rippling over my g-spot. I moaned as he kissed his way to my neck, moving my hair aside he sunk his teeth into my neck. I gasped trying to remember how to breathe. I felt the sweet pain run from my neck to my pussy, making it contract hard around him. He stiffened and stared right into my eyes. He slid his hand up to cup my throat and pressed down slightly. I arched up and moaned. I looked like a cat in heat, the way I arched and all but purred as he ran his. “Harder, harder,” she repeated.He was gasping and grunting as he slammed into her. I smiled as I thought of that wonderful feeling.“Harder!” Nancy suddenly shouted. “Fuck me harder!”When her language gets like that I know she is well on her way to ecstasy, and it looked like Peter wasn't missing a beat. She worked herself as he pounded away. It seemed to me that I could feel it as if it were me fucking my wife. I looked down at my throbbing erection, and I tried to shake it in a way to.