She was just there to be used. She heard him lighting a match, swearing once, then chuckling to himself after the next. He came to stand next to her, ...nd again stroked her nipples, pinching and twisting them until they were as hard as with the clamps on. He reached down to her pussy and found that she was soaking wet. "So you're enjoying this are you? You really are a slut. But why don't you see for yourself how wet you are." He slapped her tit again, brushing against her hard and sore nipple.. Slowly each of them began to find their rhythm, sawing back and forth into my pussy and ass, while I fell forward on Brad’s chest, clutching his shoulders. “Does that feel good, babydoll?” “Oh yesss…. It feels so good,” I cried. “You like being our little slut, don’t you,” Greg groaned into my ear, keeping up the steady rhythm of fucking my ass. “Yeah, I love being your little cum slut. Fuck, I want all of you to wreck my little pussy and take turns fucking my ass.” I said it for all their. Finally our lips part but the body remains as such. My hand moves down to remove every shelter of clothes from her body. The top gets unzipped and move its way out. The poor inner surrenders while my finger unhooks them. My hands start moving on her unexplored beauty, slowly caressing her every bit with my trembling fingers. Satisfaction runs all over her face and the breath becomes heavier.The hand moves further down and suddenly gets gripped by her hand. She opens her eyes and they show the. We got her up and out to the car without anyproblem, but, needless to say, Trish was still prettymuch out of it and she just dozed the whole way home.My plan was to put my wife to bed and then treat myselfto my customary Saturday night marathon fuckfest, butwhile I was undressing her I noticed something unusual.There was something wet and glistening leaking out of mywife’s cunt.I turned on the overhead light and examined her pussy,and I was shocked beyond belief. It was semen, and.