That was until thelarge black guy who was almost fisting his wife, turned around and gave him amenacing glare."Back off mother fucker!" But she's my w...fe!" Were just gonna show her what she has been missing man, so don't worry so much."The black guy who had been throat fucking her, was already taking her by thehand and leading her to the exit, as his buddy put a hand on Ken's chestindicating that he better keep his seat.So there was Ken, slowly stroking his now deflating cock, and not. ’ I uttered with a silly grin. But again, no reply whatsoever. This time I felt a bit defeated. Then, the lights in the elevator flickered and we came to a slow stop. I knew that there was no way we had reached the lobby already, so I looked towards her to see how she might react. She let out a big sigh, crossed her arms around the box and her chest, and began to impatiently tap her foot on the floor. After a few minutes of mostly silence, with the exception of her tapping foot, she finally. My eyes were met by hers, big, beautiful and full of sexual desire. Then she looked down, at the same time forcing her head down again until my cock went to the back of her throat. That look will live me for a long time. It was then that I decided to go for broke and thrust harder. This time my cock entered the top of her throat. Heather spluttered around my flesh but did not look up or try to pull away. I thrust again, pressing further; I felt her gag slightly and then try to swallow. I pulled. Her tongue, lips and hands were all over me. And it felt incredible. But I wanted to fuck her. So I pushed her on her back, and started to eat her. She came quickly. So I made her cum again and again. She began to beg me to fuck her. So I slide on top of her, and rubbed my fat, 9 inch cock into her pussy. She was so wet, she raise her hips, and I slid in, in one long, slow stroke. She came as I hit bottom. I continued to grind on her, her beautiful tits rubbing into my chest. Her hot lips.