I could hear the sticky sound Kivon’s black dick made as he slowly groundin and out of my wife’s cum filled pussy.I suddenly felt empty and alone....The sensation was like my stomach dropped out of my body and onto the floor, leaving my shell behind. What had I fucking done? Why would I throw my wife into the arms of another man? She was the love of my life and here I was, letting it happen. It was too late.Those things she said. How could she say them to me?" I love you, Kivon, " I heard her. He kept going deeper and deeper, and then someone congratulated him on getting the head in. I was positive that being ass raped was going to kill me – if that cock went all the way into my ass, it would ruin be forever.None of it mattered, though. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Second by second he pushed harder, sinking deeper and deeper into my tight ass. Every second was an eternity of agony. And then he was pulling out. I honestly thought it was over, that he was giving up. Then. "Just let me cum, Me, and I swear I'll never joke about you being too short to 69 ever again."Me slid her smallest finger into Clara's gushing cunt, bending it at the knuckle just enough to barely stimulate her G-spot. "Pinkie swear?" she said with a cheeky smirk."I'll fucking swear on whatever body part you want!" Clara yelled out in frustration and need.Me slid her finger out of Clara's tight pussy and gave her clit a small kiss. "Sounds good," she said before releasing her trembling. "SNL is fifty grand for the band," Pauline said. "Minus my twenty percent and divided by five, that will be another..." Eight thousand dollars for Jake," Jill said before Pauline could. "And the Rockline payment?" That's twenty-five thousand for the band," Pauline said."So that's another four thousand," Jill said. "Anything else?" Two more record store signings before the end of the year," Jake said. "Those are a flat five hundred bucks apiece." And two hundred of that goes to Pauline?" Jill.