He had quickly worked out that she was so enthusiastically enjoying the experience that she would undoubtedly also be frantically fucked. This had mad... him very hot. Instead of slipping away quietly he had stayed to watch and enjoy the whole performance. The man whose long and evidently well practised tongue was licking his wife’s mound and penetrating her pussy and clearly exciting her very hotly indeed was no one he had seen before. He was a tall, powerful man with a very thick and long cock. She grabbed my head and moaned loudly as I sucked out her juices. Her clit was enormous and beckoned me to attack it. Attacked I did. She went crazy with her orgasm. Her body thrashed and bucked for what seemed for five minutes and I thought I was going to drown but I managed to savor every drop. I stood up and unzipped my jeans as she watched intently. Just as my red hot member began to emerge from my pants, there came a knock at the door. “Margarite? You ok in there?” God damn it, it was my. His gaze drifted off to one of the many sports on the televisions and I squeezed her hand and wanted to grope under her short black dress. I knew she wasn't wearing panties. "Come on," I told him. "You messaged her that you missed her pussy. Do it. Fuck it. Abuse it until she screams like an alley cat." He looked at me straight in the eyes. was blacker than Nigeria and at least six foot three. He shaved his head even though he didn't need to and dressed for the date like a man who knew what he. I was surprised when she leaned over and kissed me deeply (I didn't think strippers ever did that with customers), which encouraged me to reach out and feel her tits and stroke her nipples, which immediately became erect. She started to jack my cock through my slacks, and I asked her to slow down unless she wanted me to have a big bill with the cleaners. She smiled and said that it would be better if we waited for her friend anyway, but somehow she managed to slip out of her dress and set it.