..make my cock hard...feel it throb for you!" Her passion rising, she hissed in my ear, "I want to feel your hard cock against my pussy...let me massa...e your cock with my pussy", then she grasped the base of my shaft, squeezing gently above my balls as she rose up and straddled over my thighs, pressing her wet pussy lips against my cock as she looked down into my eyes and rubbed her slippery slit with my rigid cock. I reached up and captured her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples, she. When I said “yes”, she insisted that she too join me in watching it when the copying got over. I did not know what to say but somehow gathered little strength and uttered in a nervous, soft voice about the content. To my rude shock, she asked whether she can also watch it as she has not seen anything like that before. It took another 10 minutes and by that time, she had prepared a cup of coffee and entered the room. It was an English porn with five different parts. The movie started. My aunt. “Ah, moan for me.” He put his mouth against her cheek and she felt the stubble of his beard. “Beg me,” he whispered into her ear. His gift. She babbled something. The tip of his hard cock was at her opened cunt. Straining, she hiked her hips closer, trying to touch it. He growled, softly. She was frantic, she hardly heard him. He pulled back and that viselike hand slipped into her warmth, fingers penetrating, then pulled out. She stiffened and cried out, her hands. However we exchanged email addresses and they sent some private pics that they hadn't posted on their public profile. As I opened the first email I was astounded. The wife was absolutely beautiful; firm shapely breasts, a tight tummy, a beautiful shaved pussy with her inviting lips protruding and a great shot of her bent over with an inviting ass beckoning me. The husband was no less impressive. He looked handsome, had a musclely torso, a decent sized cock and was (like myself) quite hairless.