So good oh yes so good , your cock feels so good. He patted my butt and withdrew his withering cock from my gaping poop hole. He massaged my back and ...aid you’re the woman my wife should be. I felt a pang of guilt when he said that , but I told myself there’s nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t leave or demand that every married man had to go home. By the time number eight began to inch his thick hard cock into my butt hole I was so full of sperm that his cock met little resistance as he. After he discards my bra, he moves to kiss my chest. My breath catches in my throat as he suckles each of my nipples until they harden in between his lips. His kisses move south and his tongue and lips caress my belly while his hands peel the clothing off my body. As soon as my shorts, trainers and underwear hit the floor, his hands spread my legs wider and he lies down between them. Looking down, all I can do is watch, the voyeurism of him looking at me with a hunger in his eyes causes me to. “What’s the problem? Can I do something for you?” “This is absolutely unbearable,” she said irritably and burst into tears again. “What?” “Can’t you see?” she mumbled, glaring at me. Then I noticed that she had tried to put on a pair of panties over the cast. They were stuck at the top of her casted thigh. “Impossible,” she complained, “the cast is too big.” “I think you should stop worrying about it,” I replied. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be bare “down there”?” “Nice. One arm comes around me and draws me closer to you. My hand continues to caress your thigh and makes its way to your erect penis. I caress it gently. I smile at you for I know only too well the pleasure that it will provide me.I stroke your cock, now hard as steel in my hand and I feel it throbbing as the desire mounts in your loins. I look at your face, your eyes are closed, but you are very much awake. I hear gentle moans escaping your lips telling me that you are enjoying the feel of my soft.