I am covered in cum. I don't care, I grab my undies and clean it off. Once again, I pull him towards me. I guide his cum covered penis towards my anus... it tickles, it's wetness slapping clumsily against me. I push myself against his penis, it gently pushes in, little by little. He pushes himself in, slowly pulls out, thrusting a little more each time. I am in heaven. I pull him all into me, he sighs, once again telling me he is close, I smile, pull him towards me for a kiss, as I tell him to. .. by letting him know... he's working a two-way street! It's the old story... of the goose and the gander..."His thumb kept brushing across the hardened bud of her nipple, tauntingly, his own heart pounding with excitement as he wondered whether or not she would buy that story. Below, the achingly hardened shaft of his cock leaped, jerkingly, in a bid to escape from his imprisoning shorts and trousers.It felt so good to have his hand on her breast... but there was something wrong. He was. Quickly...” I almost cheered, amazed at the strength of my feelings as I watched my wife lay back on the sofa and brazenly spread her long slender legs, her bottom perched on the edge of the seat, staring at Steve’s groin. “Tell me what you want me to do...!” She reached forward and stroked his massive erection again. “I need to hear you say it, Ali...” She closed her eyes and her head fell back against the cushion. “I want you... to... fuck me!” There! She had said it! My wife had almost. I was no match against his wrestler like body and my protests were ignored by Mishraji, who positioned his penis on my wet throbbing cunt and entered with a huge push. I cried out in pain, but Mishraji was relentless. He again kissed me deeply and his lower body started the to and fro motion. My pain subsided and I started enjoying the game, I responded by lifting my hips. Mishraji was pounding me heavily. The room was filled by the creaking of cot and heavy moaning from my end. I was.