I could not see how our love life could be any richer. I guess I’d begun to badger her about fucking other men. When we fucked I kept telling h...r how much I wanted to suck another guy’s cum out of her. Just say- ing it could often push me over the edge. Still, you can imagine my amazement when I came home one day and she told me in vivid detail about having it off with the neighbors! She had locked herself out of the apartment when she stepped out to get the mail. At the time,. With a swift move, he cut through her bra, and ripped it off her. Stimulated by fear and cold, her pink nipples stood gloriously erect out of the light areolas, and he could not resist to pinch them with his both hands. She yelped. Delighted from her reaction, he didn’t leave her nipples, but started to squeeze them harder, twisting. The debasing feeling gave way to outright pain, and she cried out a muffled plea. He was amused.?You see, whore, you’ve got to get used to it. There’s nothing you. My eyes will close, and I’ll imagine I can feel his blood rushing, his lungs expelling, his heart beating. Rick will wink again when he notices my blanket has dropped and I’m completely nude, and then he will claw his way up my thighs, forcing my legs apart until they ache, an ache that makes me wet. Another smell will be added to the air – the smell of pussy – and Rick will inhale like it’s his last breath. But he won’t touch me there, not yet, except to brush his knuckles against my pubic. As was Sally-Anne, Jenny began to ride on top of my girlfriend, driving the dildo into my fianc?s well lubed but un-assisting pussy. She moaned with pleasure, joining Sally's ever-increasing squeals. Tara made do with the lifeless feet that were sticking out from under Jenny, rubbing one against her face and letting the other rest between her legs. It was reassuring to know I wasn't the only one in the room with a foot-fetish, and my fiancee's bronzed size-five feet looked delicious as the.