Susan's pussy was sopping wet as my finger penetrated her inter folds. Susan stirred and turned over as I withdrew my finger. My finger was coated wit... thick stringy cum. Just then I wanted Susan more than ever. Spooning up behind her, I easily slid my dick into her hot cunt. Susan started to protest, mumbling she was tired, but I was too hot to stop. I was buried to the hilt on my first stroke. Her pussy was so wet and loose I couldn't believe it. The vision of her fucking James in the hallway. She was left in just her white tank top and brown cargo pants, the material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her busty frame by the ooze saturating it. It was clear then she wore no bra over those perky tits, her chubby pink nipples tenting the nearly transparent fabric.Her arms were bound by tentacles, and she desperately pulled at them with a panicked whimper. When she managed to slip loose, all the strength she had been using to free them suddenly became a backward momentum.. The leather then skimmed along the soft curve of hip, barely touching of her as she began to squirm. A sharp strike stilled her and he resumed the light petting until she was again moving. Another landed, silently telling her that he didn't want her moving at all. Once she understood what he wanted of her, he continued the slow stroking of leather over her. Knowing that she hated the way her stomach looked when she was on all fours, he made a point of petting her even there, reminding her. ’ I worked it forcefully into her tight hole and waited for the inevitable and when it finally ravaged her I struck. The final blow was the most forceful yet and I can’t even begin to explain the sound that came from her. It was shrill. It was guttural. It was mixed with her best efforts to sound out the words of her required response. And mixed with all of this was her orgasm. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. Of this, I had no doubt. It was the longest orgasm she’d ever had..