Marcus still rested between her thighs but further down on the bed so that her lower half lay spread open and exposed. She expected him to move back u... her body, to once again cover her with his flesh and enter her as before. Instead he continued to stare at the juncture between her thighs. ‘Marcus?’ ‘So beautiful,’ he whispered. Marcus couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his wife spread out before him. It wasn’t the first time he’d rested face first between a woman’s thighs. But it was. He needed no further encouragement; he almost ripped his clothes off, before finally releasing his raging hard-on. He shifted between her legs, on his knees, looking along her fabulous body. He took a deep breath, and put his tip against her hole, that seemed to be her pussy. It was now back to its normal size, but it still didn’t look like his cock could fit in. Only one way to find out right? He slowly began to put pressure against the hole, prodding against it for a moment before it. They watched intently for a few minutes, then Angela broke the silence and said, ”Of course, start with a blow job,” then quietly said, “Wow, your husband’s dick is pretty big.”A few minutes later, the scene in the video changed to Stevie in a cowgirl position riding me with the look of total ecstasy on her face. At this point, my raging hard-on was evident through the running shorts I was wearingStevie gave a gentle push to Angela’s shoulder. Angela got up from the step and slowly sauntered in. One of the hands clamped down over her mouth."Shut up. Whores don't talk." The other hand clamped down on her right breast and squeezed hard. She winced. "You gonna talk again?"Monica shook her head as much as the hand on her mouth would let her.She heard the metallic ring of a blade drawn from the utensil drawer next to her hips. She felt cold steel for the second time as the blade grazed her stomach. She winced again, not sure what to expect."Whores don't wear clothes either."Monica heard a.