"Uhhhh, Mitch!" Margaret, roll over baby. Let me get you good!" NOOOoo!" Come on, I want to really give you a good fucking." Mitch, please." She strad...led her knees wider to keep him from rolling her over. Her pussy was flooding juice now.She could feel the smears wetting the rest of Mitch's shaft even though he hadn't had it really inside her yet. His cocktip swelled and throbbed in the grasp of her hot hole. She wanted to feel it going in inch by lovely inch. She didn't want to be raped.She. Hearing Sarah’s moans grow louder fueled his thrusts more. He saw her prop herself up on her elbows and watch his cock disappear into her. He chuckled as he slowed down. “Oh, you like watching me fuck you, don’t you?”Sarah blushed and closed her eyes. “Yes, I do.” She purred.Greg had an idea as he noticed a scarf draped over a hook by the kitchen door. He knew that Sarah would enjoy what would be happening soon, that she wouldn’t object. The scarf would be an excellent prelude. He pulled out of. Never once forcing her to do something she secretly didn’t wish to do but was too shy to admit to. “Nasty girls need to cum too.” “Nasty girls do whatever they are told to do.” I felt the sting of her hand on my ass leaving my flesh burning, tears running down my cheeks as she drew the nails of both hands down the insides of my thighs hard enough to leave bright pink lines, or so it felt like. And then, her fingers once more, in my pussy. I simply surrendered, my gaze locked on the window. Without realizing it I was running my fingers through her hair and holding on to it. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab your hair." I said trying not to piss her off. I sure did not want her to stop."It's ok, you can grab it if you want." She said with a slutty little grin."What did this chick do with my wife?" I asked myself, but at this point, I really did not care. So I did what she said. I gently grabbed a hand full of hair and at first just held it. The longer and harder she sucked the.