I wiped off the spit, disgusted by the sight when it fell onto the ground.Then I seemed to disappear in my mind. I watched at the guy's back, he walke... away, and this strange and funny feeling in my chest seemed to expand. It felt... good. I had never felt it before... But then I knew that it would slowly kill him or me if I would not consume to it. It felt rather good, to be somewhere deep and dark — it was a twisted place in my mind. I loved that feeling.The scarred man fell to the ground,. I nodded ok so the three of us headed upstairs and when we got up to the bathroom, I was impressed to see a huge shower that had multiple shower heads and things hanging from the wall I had never seen before.Sam turned the water on and the shower heads were all shooting water everywhere. He told me that he had spared no expense on this thing and that I was going to enjoy it! We all three got in and shut the door and Sam handed me some soap. I started lathering up and Mike was doing the same. I. Hot steamy water poured over us as I lowered her onto my erection. For the third time in less than ten hours I entered that hot tight tunnel of love. She raised her legs so they were over my shoulders—damn, she was limber! In this position I was able to drive my cock to its deepest point in her; again I pushed into her womb, her cervix clamped around my dick. I moved my hands to her ass cheeks. Using the soapy water as a lubricant I pushed a finger into her rectum. Morgan sighed with. She unzipped my jeans and held my tool with her bare hands… she spit on in and started rubbing it. Then, she kept it between her boobs and was going up and down. In the mean time she was saying “beta, do you like what aunty Is doing?” and I kept telling her “aunty, tussi kamaal ho… ” . At this point of time, I realized how lucky her husband was.After a session of boob fucking she finally put my tool up her mouth and started sucking it like a real slut. “aunty, you’re better than a porn.