” Another slap on the other cheek.“Tell me!” Slap.“Tell me!” Slap.“Tell me!” Slap.They kept coming. My juices were running down my legs....Next, I felt a finger go into my pussy, and to my surprise, a thumb entered my asshole. I flooded. I gushed. My pussy juice ran out of me like squeezing a plastic honey bottle.“Tell me!” Slap.My body bucked and shook. It was so intense, I couldn’t breathe. My knees went weak.“Tell me!” Slap. It was more than I could handle as this last slap knocked me over on. All the breath left Paula's body in one giant gasp. Her brow was furrowed and her mouth formed a silent "O." Her pussy sloshed and squished. Eric was grunting now, his face flushed with exertion. His grip on my cock was almost painfully tight. Paula's orgasm hit her like a freight train. She collapsed on top of me, gasping and sobbing. Eric's hand finally left my shaft as he grabbed his wife's hips with both hands. I embraced Paula while her husband continued to pound away through her climax.. "I kiss your neck and over to your lips, biting your bottom lip and pulling as I moan from feeling your cock throb for me. You shift under me as your cock gets harder and harder, close to uncomfortable again. I'm grinding against you as you groan, “You are an insatiable little tart,” and I have to nod my agreement as you playfully slap my ass.Jerking as I tell you, “My pussy is extra puffy and pink from being used, and it’s sensitive, but it wants your thick dick," grinding like a wanton slut. She grabbed my hand and we walked back up to Mike at the counter. DeRonda told him that she needed some quarters for the peep show room handing him a twenty-dollar bill. Mike handed her back two rolls of quarters. I may have to go get in line myself I believe, Mike replied with a grin from ear to ear. You just do that, DeRonda said as we walked away. We walked through a curtain covering the doorway as we made our way to the back room. After you went through the door, there were a couple rows of.