BOY would he freak if he learned what an incestual group of sluts he's living with huh?Oh Gosh No! Why don't you go over there and tell him right now!...Just march right in there and tell him what your pussy is steaming for!Mistress please, don't make me.You'd do it to I bet. If I actually demanded it, you'd really confess to him huh?I... I... don't know... Such a slut!Ohhhh... Does he know why your cunt seems to be so stretched lately?No, he's not really sure why... He thinks its because I'm. I couldn't really hear anything so I threw myself on the bed, covered my face with a pillow and reveled in the intensity of what I was feeling. My fingers stole some wetness from down below and used it to lube my clit, but I was craving much more than my own touch. At once I smelled her perfume and felt her hand gently pressing the pillow against my face: "Don't look," she said, "and don't touch me, just lay still and concentrate on what you are feeling." For what must have been 10 minutes. “Take my spunk you dirty whore!” I clamped my mouth over his exploding cock, as I swallowed spurt after spurt, violently gushing out of his rock hard cock. With my knees on the floor and legs wide open, my husband’s spunk started to run out of my well fucked. Swallowing Steve’s colossal load, with my ass dripping cum, I’d never felt so slutty or fantastic. This is what I was meant to be. A cock crazy filthy cum-slut whore!My body was tingling all over at the extreme sexual arousal I was. I slipped my hand down her crack far enough to feel the heat and moisture of her pussy, and was rewarded with a throaty, sexual moan from her. She slipped a hand in between our bodies and under my shorts, and took my cock in her hand."Oh, god," she moaned. "It feels so good!" I couldn't have agreed more!I reluctantly took my hands off her ass and lifted her shirt to expose her fantastic tits."Your tits are fantastic!" I enthused."I know," she replied, smiling.We kissed some more while I.