Desires I didn’t know I had. Desires that used to scare me before I realised how good it feels to make them real. I want you to imagine that our nau...hty, delicious sex life is our little secret. A secret between a loving husband and a loving, yet capable of the sexiest acts, wife. I want you to believe that I love it. I love that you’ve made me fantasise about huge phalluses filling and ravaging me. Do you love how I sigh as I feel a new cock for the first time? Feeling it between my fingers.. Their lips split with an echoing pop and a ragged, desperate inhalation inflated his chest. Xander gripped the sheets tightly, his chest heaving. Paralysed, unable to reply to the passion on display, he could only watch his aflame lover straighten, cup her own breasts and ride him mercilessly. “Turn around, baby,” he croaked, his hands managing to glide over the firm, strong thighs which so effortlessly rode him. “I want to see that gorgeous arse fucking me.” She only smiled, continuing to. His cock didnt really appear to me back then. He had a thick cock with an upward curve, a lot of veines and a thick red cockhead, that was pretty blunt with a deep slit where his peehole is. In contrast to me he never shooted out his cum, it just ran down his dick or flew down the floor, in a steady stream. His cum was really thick and completely white. More time went by and we started going in the 69 Position and playing with each others cock or sticking fingers inside each others assholes. I. ’ They laughed and turned back to their beer. I looked around. The little brunette’s entire party was staring at me, wide eyed. ‘What the heck was that?’ ‘Guys I served with in the Navy. We’re having our monthly reunion. I tried to warn them not to push it, but if they had any brains they wouldn’t be skinheads.’ ‘Are those guys always like that?’ ‘Best people I’ve ever known, but we didn’t survive Afghanistan to take crap from punks like that at home. They would have done the same for anyone.