As the door opened, I could see four guys in the room. All of them were naked or near-naked. The action looked mighty hot, and I didn’t want to miss...it, so I slipped in. Up on the bench was an older man with a fairly big belly and a nice cock of averaged length being sucked by an equally naked, but really buff 30-something guy with a full beard who was standing on the floor as he serviced the door monitor. He had a broad back and big arms with sculpted muscles. His butt was round and firm, and. ”I propel my hips forward, driving deep inside.A gasp escapes her as she whispers, “Fuck me any way you want.”I admire her muscle control as she squeezes my cock, causing juices to drip onto my balls. I adore the tenderness of her hips as they move in rhythm with mine. The fragrance of her body is fresh. And I smell the aroma of cum on her breath, tasting the slightest hint as our tongues entwine.As I embrace all of this, I relive the gentleness of the blowjob she gave me.She moans as I. Maybe Sharon was becoming jaded. Now she didn't just want a good-looking, hung stud, who happened to be a great fuck. No. She wanted superman; she wanted supercock. She wanted a stud who was not just good looking, but an utter knockout, a cover boy. She craved a stud who was not simply hung, but who had a cock that was a real world-class show-stopper, a first prize winner at the best-of-cock show. She sought a stud who wasn't merely good in the sack, but who was an extraordinary sexual athlete,. For a moment, she removed the pillow from her mouth and began yelling at him, “Yes… fuck me… fuck my asshole… fuck me with that big cock… Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I could hear his balls slap against her ass with each slamming thrusting stroke. Finally, I could see the whites of his knuckles as he gripped my wife’s ass with his huge bear sized hands he began saying in a deep grunting voice, “I’m cumming…. I’m cumming…. Fuck, I’m cumming!” Then he exploded right inside her asshole and.