"You like that, slut?" he asked, with a grunt, his sweaty hands all over my ass. "Yes baby, I like-y your cock-y in me," I moaned, loving each hard st...oke, before begging, "Fill my cunt with your gooey stuff, sexy." "Fill the bitch," Heather demanded. For a couple minutes, I was fucked harder and better than I ever had been in my life and I couldn't get enough. I babbled like the bimbo slut I had become. "OMG, OMG, OMG, harder," and "pound my kitty-box," and "I need your cum-cum." I felt his. I arch my back 2 give u better accessas i feel your tongue slip in2 my cleft& then tease my tightly puckered hole...i hook my thumbs in2 my silky thong& slide it down over my trembling thighsas i feel your hot tongue spear in2 me...i grind back against u & groan loudly" oh god yes !! get me nice & wet !!! "as your tongue slides in & out & around...suddenly i can't wait any longer 2 see uso i quickly pull away from your mouth& pull u up 2 your feet in front of me...i can see that your package. He then held his huge cock in his hand and gently slipped the large mushroom head between Anita’s pussy slit, making the tip wet with her juices. He slowly pushed forward, causing her body to tense from the extremepressure of his size.He relaxed and waited a few seconds before gently moving himself forward into my wife’s cunt anotherinch until she got accustomed to its massive size. He kept rocking his hips, until he had sunk himself as far as he could inside that delicate tiny vagina.My sweet. .“Roxanne’s voice trailed off and Jim completed her unfinished sentence, “… about a year.”Jim was dressed casually in a blue button-down shirt and business slacks.“Is your wife named Emily?” I asked.“Yes,” Jim replied, a confused look crossing his face. “Do you know her?”“Not really,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth. “I think I met her once at the Country Club.”Jim slipped his arm around Roxanne’s waist and asked,“How much time do we have?”“The afternoon is all yours,” Roxanne replied,.