After a minute I realized this man was fucking Anna really hard, almost like a grudge fuck. He was pounding away on her and showing no mercy. Anna was...holding him tight and moaning loudly. Watching this man fuck my wife made my cock so hard it was starting to hurt. The other two men must have felt the same as they had their cocks out and were stroking them. The savage pounding this man was giving my wife’s pussy continued for eight minutes. At this point I saw the man arch his back and Anna. She tried to relax seeing that there was a good six inches still to take between her lips and John's balls. John sensed he needed to get Amy past the point of struggle and pressed deeper another few inches quickly. Amy breathed through her nostrils and concentrated on relaxing her throat. Giving herself up fully to the challenge, she reached down and began to stroke her clit as John's cock slid the rest of the way home. The feeling of fullness was incredible. John looked down into Amy's eyes. ”My left hand was back over her shoulder and I gripped it as I gave her nipple an extra squeeze. She sighed in response. I pulled back and thrust into her and felt her body shudder beneath me, her free nipple brushing my shirt. I pulled back. Thrust again. And again. With every slam a faint gasp left her lips. With my next slam I raised my head and licked them. She brought a hand to the back of my head and kissed me. I let her handle it to the best of her ability and even as she struggled to. Oliver looked into the camera of Ana’s phone and smiled with an evil grin…My wife came back from the bathroom. She was now wearing a sexy white lace tiny slip. It was held in place by two thin straps. I could see her shaved pussy lips were clearly shown…Instead of sitting next to Oliver, she sat in his lap, with one hand holding her drink and the other around his neck. She had crossed one of her legs over his, leaving open her wet pussy lips.The black guy again ran his fingers all over my.