The sensation in my groin is building too. No matter how much fondling and tugging I do on my cock and balls, I just cannot get it to arouse. Yet, I f...lt like I can cum. The sensation continues to build in intensity, burning and pulsing. Rob is hammering away. The sounds blend together. Grunting. Breathing. Squishing. Squeaking. Slapping. We are now one, moving together. Offering and accepting. Giving and receiving. Both wanting and fulfilling. His thrusting and grunting are synchronized. His. She paused briefly, pulled off him, looked up in his eyes and begged him to cum inside of her hot red lips…Anita shoved her mouth back down on his thick black cock head. Her stud used his hands to assist her on a good cock sucking. The black bastard grunted, pulled his cock back so just the head was in her mouth and let loose a torrential flow of cum. He held her head on, though there was no need and Ana greedily sucked as he came in her mouth. My slutty wife made some slurping sounds, pulled. I came over to ask if you needed any help cleaning up?”“Um… I don’t know what you mean,” I lied nervously.“Oh come on Brad, you think I don’t know what a party sounds like? I live next door for crying out loud. I know you had a party and I thought you might like some help cleaning up.”“Well, thank you… but why?”“Because I know what it’s like to be young. Come on, let’s not waste anymore time.”With that, she came in past me. I hurried to grab the garbage bags. I handed her one and started to. You’d enjoy it; I’m sure you would.Down in the main room, the woman was still being treated to a good licking, still being treated to a mouth full of sausage. I told my fuck toy to get up. She looked at me with that look I love, where she’s not sure what I’m going to do next, but is game for anything.“We’re going to walk around the gallery,” I told her. “And when you see someone you fancy, you’re going to ask him if you can suck his cock. Understood?”Your wife nodded. She doesn’t say much, does.