Rachel soon found herself standing just outside of the open master suite door listening to a mixture of giggles, moans, as well as an occasional, wait... what was that? A slap? Knowing she shouldn't, she peered closer to the door.Inside the master suite she saw the glow of a soft light from a nightstand. What she saw next made her catch her breath. Leaning closer, she saw Mrs. Nicole Simpson up on her knees on her bed, naked, while Mr Mark Simpson was fucking her from behind. She felt her throat. She held it in place in front of her, hesitating for a moment to finish taking it off, but she understood the situation she was in and complied.She dropped it to the floor, revealing her perfect tits for a moment before bringing up her arms to cover them. "Okay can we be done now? I did what you said." Put your arms down. You think I wanted your shirt off so that you could cover yourself back up? Hold them behind your back and keep them there so that we can be sure you don't forget."She. I stared up at him, amazed but not utterly shocked. As he smiled down at me, my gaze slipped over his body, over his smooth broad chest, down his toned tummy and lingered for the briefest of moments on his powerful erection. Embarrassed, I snatched my eyes away but not before noting the neatly trimmed pubic hairs, the shaven balls, the broad spunk tube and the scribble of thick proud veins lacing his perfectly rigid phallus.“Damn, I am so hard now!” he announced one again, pushing his erection. You laugh as you keep up the torture, licking and fingering my stiff clit, as I cry out with orgasm after orgasm, until I am a melted puddle of butter on the bed.You grin up at me, from between my legs, your beard positively dripping with my sweet cream. I smile weakly down at you and motion for you to come up and kiss me. You do as you are told, bringing my own juices up for me to taste. I smile into your kiss, as your hands caress my firm ass. I gasp with surprise and pleasure, as your large.