I feel extra sluttish sometimes knowing I’m sucking my own son’s big fat cock, today was no exception as my pussy lips were engorged with bl**d an... my clit was aching for his lips and tongue on it. I took his cock in my hands and gazed at it then pressed it against my lips and rubbed it back and forth teasing him. My tongue would sneak out to give it a flick then disappeared back in my mouth. I felt like such a slutty little whore. Richard was busy eating my pussy as he always does he knows. The movie had started and they did nothing for a few minutes. I was watching them and not the movie. I saw the man putting his arm around her and pulling her closer to him. Then I saw my wife turning her head towards him and they started kissing. While kissing he started feeling her breasts and took her left breast out her bra and moved his mouth to her breast. He kept sucking like a mad dog, making noises. She was moaning. I could hear her moaning over the sound of the film. After a while he. Her mind was far too occupied with embracing the nothingness that surrounded her. The blackness allowed her to feel completely numb, which was all that she wanted.The only thing that had the potential to distract her was the melancholic songs serenading her. It had served its purpose in enhancing the atmosphere, but now it was corrupting the purity of the haven, forcing her to think about the lyrics. Just as she found the strength to sit up, a ringing coming from beside her made her jump with. The pace gradually quickens on its own. Fingers flinching, sliding just a little deeper into her quivering, wet slit, her hips begin to arch up off the damp mattress, twist, pressing firmer against her jerking hand. HHead craned back, neck stretching, her right hand gripping the pillow, pulling it against her shoulder, the side of her face; she presses her index finger toward her thumb, compressing her swollen clitoris. ?Uumm!? Uuummm!? Uummm!? Her hips rocking, they twitch in rhythm.