“Do you like that Becca?” Sam asked, starting to pound her harder. “Yes!” She replied, squeezing his shoulders tightly. She muffled her loud c...ies of pleasure by biting into her husband’s shoulder. Whimpering and murmuring words of encouragement. “I love you so much, Gwen.” “What?” Sam stopped suddenly, staring at Becca incredulously “what did you call me?”“Sam, I said Sam.” He stared at her for another few seconds before he shrugged and pounded his wife with a new vigour. He pushed his large. Hours seem to pass as she was taken in every position and every orifice. She was covered in sweat and seed and tiny welts. Her bonds had been released but the hood remained. Her body, exhausted, had been placed across the cushioned back of a couch, or perhaps a chair. She now lay face down, listening absently to the sounds around her. There were continued sounds of sex; muted moans and low groans mingled with the soft sucking sounds of wet orifices being taken. Her own sex throbbed in. She stopped me and told me I have to wait. Frustrated I got up and realized that I have to go to class anyway since I have an exam. I went to get dressed only to find out my clothes were still soaked; not that we did anything to try to dry them since we were a bit preoccupied. Kelly got up as well to get ready for her day. I asked her if she had any sweats I could wear and she went into her closet to find some that would fit. She handed me some pants and a college sweatshirt. I knew there was. . With the tights and panties it was too awkward to fuck in that position... So i turned her around and she backed up against me... Again i positioned her dress so that it covered my crotch area... I reached around underneath her dress and again slid my hand inside her panties and continued to finger her warm wet pussy... My stiff hard cock was rubbing against her ass, felt great against the material of her tights... Every so often people would walk past us, and we'd pretend we were just.