Do what you were doing."Martha said, "Steven, if you haven't guessed, this is Ronnie." Hi, Steven. Ronnie." She grinned and extended her slender hand ...cross the table. I gave her a brief handshake that she returned with a quick, warm clasp, and she turned to glance around. "Oh, Where's that waiter I always get in here, what's his name? Marco? Is he around? I am desperate for coffee. Desperate."Ronnie waved a waiter to our table. She ordered coffee. "Black," she said. "And that white wine and. “I’m begging you! Please don’t cum inside me!” she pleaded. "You can cum on my face or tits! I'll swallow I'd you want me to!" she begged. Hearing my wife beg this man not to cum inside her had me so turned on. The fact that he had every intention of pumping her full of cum, ignoring her plea was even hotter! “Oh fuck! Here it cums!” The man grunted as he buried every inch of his thick black cock deep into my wife’s pussy. I watched the base of his dick throbbing harder than ever as he. I already knew how ticklish she was and started fooling around tickling her sides.As she thrashed around in my bed her firm young tits kept peeking out the top of her silk top but never quite enough to give anything away. Eventually we both collapsed panting on the bed with my arm around her shoulders, as we lay there i started lazily running my finger tips over her stomach and i heard a little groan escape her.I hear her whisper "you have really soft fingers" followed by a little giggle.As she. As we stood facing each other I reached down and ran my hand up his thigh and over his fully erect cock. He pulled me close and kissed me then whispered ‘I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.’ We lay on the mats as Tom moved on top of me. There was no foreplay, just two drunk sexually aroused people, and I knew I was so wet he wouldn’t have any trouble entering me. Tom was very gently and slow, taking time to rub his cock gently up and down my clit before I felt the head slip between my.