He paused, and they stared at each other for a moment before he swooped in, lips meeting hers in a parody of a kiss. His tongue inside her mouth - he ...asted like too many breath mints - and she was fighting, pushing against his immovable flesh and shaking her head from his unyielding grasp.No, she thought. No.Zack absentmindedly caught her wrists and slammed them against the walls behind her. The impact against the healing tissues sent a shock wave of pain to the ends of her body, every muscle. My wife started to fondle my balls coming in from behind with her hand. She was also apparently rubbing Helens clit as Helen came again very quickly. My wife suddenly moved to the other side of the bed. I was confused why. Then she shoved two Helen-soaked fingers into my ass expertly massaging my prostate. She had stimulated my prostate a couple of times in the past enough to know how to do it well. There was no way to delay my orgasm any longer. I told Helen I was going to cum and she begged. The blonde slut moaned her wanton passion as she pleased my baby boy.Then I noticed Leyla watching, fingering her shaved cunt. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy snatch, getting off on watching my punishment. She was right to tell her father. I needed this. Maybe... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guys, so my husband would find out what I was.I needed to learn if he were truly strong. Truly a man.CRACK!Or maybe I just liked being a slave, and needed to drive him to claim me.. Your kisses are tender and sweet, and I sigh from the affection and tenderness you are showing. But you know that that is not what you came to do, and after a brief pause you open your mouth and bite down. Hard. I gasp and then moan, my hips undulating just a little as my own arousal rises. You smile inwardly, naughtily to yourself as you stretch the skin painfully away from my body, knowing that you are driving me sexually mad. You happily see my hands clenching the bed sheets, just as you had.