I had to breathe her pussy. I was licking with vigorous force.My hands were holding her huge massive thighs. Oh God! My neck was paining. I was having...difficulty to breathe. I was tapping her thighs to leave me but she said, “I am not going to leave you Pattu unless you make me squirt.” Now I was so afraid she might hurt me hard!I didn’t want to lie between her thighs, so I licked her faster and deeper. It touched her G-spot and she squirted for 10 seconds. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! I drank all her. With my pants still around my ankles I hobbled forward untilI was standing behind the couch, my cock six inches above my wife'sbeautiful face.Heather changed positions so that she was behind me, reaching around mywaist to stroke my cock. Her other hand rested on my hip. She slidthat hand down across my ass to cup a cheek in her palm. She moved inclose behind me and roughly squeezed my ass. I felt her nose brush theback of my neck and she whispered to me,"Spread your legs, angel."I moved my. She knows it will destroy her brain. She hates it so, so much. But it stinks so, so good to her. The cravings begin to work upon her. She tries to resist. She tries so, so hard. Lips part slightly. Lips moisten. Wet tongue laps at lips. Hands claw. Lips whisper no, no, must not eat. Must not. Must not. Must not. But the hot raw stinks of the Paella work upon her, whispering, seducing the delicate lickle flower. Body becomes all twitchy. Lips dribble. She does not want to. She does not want to.. He emptied every drop of cum from his balls before he released the clothespins from her nipples. The release of the clothespins caused her to moan even louder as she bounced up and down on his cock wanting more. He pushed her off and told her she was not only a good fuck but he had enjoyed using her nipples very much and he would be back later for more fun. Finished he put the clothespins in his pocket commented that her nipples looked better now and headed down the alley before she could reply.