I slowly started rocking my hips, back and forth, up and down, sliding over and onto his cock. He thrusted his hips, causing his dick to go deeper int... me.I threw my head back and moaned his name. After he thrusted his hips, I lifted my pussy off of his cock and teased the head. I slowly glided my pussy against his cock, my wet pussy leaving a glistening trail over the tip. He moaned."Fuck me, please." He begged."Nope." I winked. I circled my hips, in such a way that my clit rubbed against his. “Tell your husband how good my cock is,” Brandon said to her as he pulled her head up off the bed. “It’s great! It’s great!” my wife cried out loudly toward me. “You like watching your beautiful wife get fucked?” he asked me a few seconds later. I watched on as my wife now had her head down against the sheets. Her arms were stretched outward onto the bed, and she held onto the sheets with each of her hands. She began to cry out, “Oh god! Give it to me! Give it to me!” She began to orgasm. This is going to cost you at least an hour of on-the-edge torture, my fingers rubbing against that clit in a perfect rhythm, calculated along with your moans and groans and bucking to send shivers up your body, to sharpen your nipples to their hardest, and leave you begging for an end...maybe I'll go for two hours! Oh yes, my dear, you'll be punished for this... " Those words were like heaven to me , I responded, "punish me please." "Oh you filthy whore, is that how you want it then? You want. She needed a distraction and the first person she thought of was Harriet. Maybe they could watch a movie and just hang out like they used to.Lori stepped out of the shower and saw there was writing on the fogged mirror. “You’re going to lose” It seemed to taunt her.“What the fuck?” she mumbled.“Give up already," a voice whispered.“No, I won’t give up! I can do this. I can beat you,” she said with angry determination.Laughter filled the bathroom."Shut up!” Lori yelled and left the bathroom.‘I.