He said as he continued to fuck my tits. I am a nasty fucking slut, Im your own personal dirty whore. I said He stopped fucking my tits and he puckere... up his lips and saliva started slowly coming out his mouth and landed between my eyes. He continued jacking off with my breasts. I figured since your such a dirty hoe, you needed me to spit on your face. he said. I smiled. I bet your wife wouldnt approve of you having your own personal hoe, that you fuck while on her bed while shes gone. I said. “Tell me all about yourself” she commanded. This part of the club had leather sofas and the music was such that you could talk without being drowned out. Allan was in no mood for small talk, his dearly betrothed was in the process of being pawed and poked by some guy and he objected. Hang on a minute. It had been Allan’s idea in the first place, the entire fantasy thing had been solely his idea, hadn’t it? So why was he objecting to Beth being groped by a stranger, it had been his own. He continued oiling me up and fingering me until he could get two fingers up my ass and was fingering me pretty hard. Cum was dripping from my cock and i was aching to cum. He moved up and began rubbing his cock up amd down my ass and then began pushing it inside me. His head was fairly large so it hurt but once he slipped in it was awesome. He pulled out again and pushed it back in going deeper, he continued like that until he was buried inside my tight teen ass to the max. He then continued. Suddenly Sophie got up, put on her smart jacket, picked up her handbag and purse, collected her house keys from the table and was out of the door. She was a few hundred yards down the road before she fully realised what she was doing, suddenly she felt excited, exhilarated, and scared. She nearly turned back but decided it was now or never. As she had hoped the noise of her heels on the concrete sounded sexy to her, she was aware that if a car passed there would be nowhere to hide. One thing.