My jaw dropped at the size of Coach’s cock. Coach took off his shirt and said “Come on bitch boi, it ain't gon' suck itself.”I started to slowly...take off Coach’s jockstrap and his giant hard on boner came flying up, almost hitting me in the face. I smiled and looked Coach in his eyes as I started to slowly put my mouth of his manhood.I heard Coach sigh and moan, pinching his erect nipples. I was turned on and it mad me want to suck him harder and sloppier. “Shit, Michael. You can’t suck dick. The man’s sweat-coated muscles rippled and slid across my skin as he humped harder and faster. My sphincter screamed. It hurt, everything hurt, but there was no pity or mercy in his driving force. He panted, grunted, and slammed into my tender body. Over and over, he crammed that huge cock balls deep in my ass. He was a stallion, racing toward his need to empty himself inside me. The faster he went, the more I enjoyed the pain. I was harder than I had ever been, humping the wet mattress. His. Ours was unspoken." Well, it would have been nice if I had known that," bitched June. "I worked awfully hard to keep you from finding out about Bob. I think all our agreements should be spoken, or even documented from now on. This sneaking around shit is hard on my nerves." "This questioning is not producing what I would consider normal responses," admitted Cook as he reached into his shirt pocket and produced a small recorder. "Both of you need to be aware that I am recording everything you. His hands were kneading her ass, cupping the swell with his palms while massaging just above where she wanted to be touched. She grinded against him, moving up and down against the long, hard rod that was held pressed against his stomach by the restriction of his jeans. Teeth nipped at her lips, plucking them into aching plumpness, plucking her need into an all consuming hunger that burned away everything but him; his tongue, his hands, his body. Then he broke away. “Please.” “Yes,” she was.