She pointed it out to me one day."You could put your punching bag there, though it's pretty high. I want you to get your clothes off. I want to tie yo...r hands to that ring so your feet just touch the floor..Do you want that?"I wasn't always in the mood for our BDSM craziness, today was one of those days when it was furthest from my mind."No, Judy, not now, not today, okay?" Sure, hon, no problem..."Judy knew that the best way to get me to think that way was to do what she just did..She knew I. After I finished orgasmning I stood up. I removed my husbands pants and jocks, and his hard cock got released. As he sat on the couch, I dropped to my knees and moved down, taking his hard cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. Up and down I sucked his cock deepthroating him and occasionally and gagging on his cock which he seemed to enjoy. I then let go of his cock and sucked on each of his balls before he pulled me up by my hands. I moved over on top of him, lowering my wet horny pussy. She starts a subtle nod in time with her daddys thrusts which is quickly noticed and seems to entice a stronger force behind each one. Over and over her face is met with a brief brush of public hair across her nose and a gentle tap of a pair of balls on her chin already soaked with saliva. Each of her senses are being filled from the touching of so many instances to the smell of her own breath across her daddys shaft as it slides out of her mouth and yet just as she starts to let herself slip. She could hear James in the kitchen fixing his morning coffee. She stopped at the bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot. She reached up and tried to brush something off her cheek. Her face turned red when she realized that it was Jamal’s dried sperm. There was more cum on her breast and both inner thighs were covered. Her heart started to pound at the thought of all that potent sperm deposited in her pussy just hours before. She began to tremble.