I realize he’s still half-dressed and I sit up to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He lifts his hips to help me get his jeans off and I yank them off a...d throw them on the floor. His boxer briefs are red and his nine inch cock makes a huge bulge. ‘Oh someone is excited,’ I tease, and trail my fingers over his straining hard-on. He closes his eyes and bites his lip in pleasure when I touch him. He relaxes onto his back and I climb on top of him, grinding my pussy lightly into his hard cock. He. I thrust my whole length in and then right back out with each stroke. In as deep as my cock could go, then right back out to the tip. This went on for a good 10 minutes as sweat ran down each of us. She was cumming almost on demand, orgasm after orgasm, yet I felt as though I would never be able to empty another load into her. Even so, I had no complaints. Fucking the slut senseless and watching her cum over and over again was enough to keep me going. "Get that big fucking cock back up my arse". This appearance of a fresh young girl was somewhat spoiled however by the sorrowful and nervous demeanour on her otherwise pretty face. The walk down Rue de St. Jacques to the village square seemed, if anything, even longer than the one she had taken that afternoon. The streets, with the inadequate street lighting of Pont du Rochelles, seemed dark and melancholy and a fitting accompaniment to Yvette’s gloomy mood. Only on the square was there a lifting of this air of deserted desolation for the. I cleared off the kitchen table.My sexy wife came into the kitchen. My dick was about to burst from what I saw before me. Ana had on a sheer silky black sexy gown. I could see her swollen hard nipples and her beauty shaven mound through the fabric.She walked up to me, swaying her nice round hips. I reached over to pull her boobs out the gown. Then the front door bell rang…I was about to get my clothes on when Ana told me to wait there and she would go to the front door. I heard some muffled.