The pink nipples was accented by the flickering flames from the fire. He bent down to lick around the breasts running his tongue around her erect nip...les. God they felt good to his tongue. Bill sucked on them gently and Emily moaned low. Emily whispered in her southern accent, suck them Bill, please suck them they hurt from my passion. Bill sucked on them and gently nibbled on them as Emily withered on the floor. Her hips undulated as he sucked on the breasts. Both of their hands eagerly. Again, I went out of town on a business trip but I decided to come back two days early. As I planned I drove past the biker bar and it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and came back wearing dark glasses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, Butch. She was the most feminine and best looking woman in the place. Most of. I notice the screen brighten as a text message came in. She pretended not to notice. I realised it must be him, her lover and boss. The one who gave her perfume and had her cab it into town so he could pick her from the coffee shop and take her to the Park Lane Hilton, where he had hired a room.Once inside the room, he would take an armchair, put on the music, and tell Caz to dance for him. To strip for him. He wanted to fuck her violently but this would involve tearing her clothes and bruising. (jabki pichli bar to 15 minute chut chatne k bad or 15 minute chodne k bad mere jhadne se 2-4 minute pehle hi jhadi thi or iss bar to 10 hi minute me). Khair ye isliye bhi ki ye 1 hi rat me unka dusri bar hai.Fir mami meri taraf uth k ayi or mere labon ko chumne lagi . . Aj to aisa lag raha tha mano mami kafi samay se bhuki hon sex k liye. Mere hothon ko aise chum rahi thi jaise k ye akhiri bar ho or aisa mauka fir nahi milega. Kabhi mere lower lips ko chusti to kabhi upper lips ko. Mere hothon.