“You want it slut? You want me to split open your cunt?”“Yes,” I moaned getting wetter when he called me slut. “Fuck me like the slut I am. ...se me any way you want.”“Spoken like a true fucking slut,” he said and with each word he rammed me harder. Matt got up and slid underneath me on the couch. I lowered my cunt onto his pulsating cock as he grabbed both my tits in each of his hands. He played with my tits as I bounced on his pole. He pushed them together. Pulled my nipples. He slapped them.. I was thrilled with what I was doing to her, enjoying her reaction as she tried to arch her back to present them more fully into my hand. She started whimpering, her eyes glassy, I knew what she wanted and after a few more minutes finally pinched her nipples, and they were standing out like ripe raspberries now. Leaning over I gripped one in both my hands and squeezed it as I took her nipple in my mouth, now she reached up to hold my head against her tits as I suckled first one then the other. Laura’s parade of kisses stopped at the nipple over her lover’s heart. “I’m ready for more, roll over on your stomach and let me get you ready.” Following her lead, Greg finally was in the position Laura wanted. He was on his stomach, with legs spread, and she was kneeling in between. Greg felt her touch every place between his knees and his waist. Laura’s touch alternated from a strong massage grip to a feather stroke along his thighs. His hair stood up as bristle. A fingertip travelled down. Her ass was still a little sore from having the man’s hard cock shoved in it. She wanted to be calmed down before Clint got home. It was a good thing, because her husband wanted sex that night. Even though she didn’t really want to have sex that night, Holly reluctantly performed her wifely duty and fucked Clint, taking his load of cum in her pussy.“You didn’t seem very much into it tonight,” Clint said, as he pulled his softening cock out of his wife’s pussy.“I just haven’t been feeling real.