At any other time she probably loved her husband also, but at that moment the only man she loved was the one stretching her pussy so deeply with his l...ng, fat black cock. Her cries and moans were filled with a passionate love of the pleasure roiling her body. When he would force his entire dick inside her and slowly grind his hips in small circular motions her face expressed the satisfaction consuming her as her moans told of the pleasure she felt. It was obvious there was no other place she. " A few times? A few times a week, you mean?"She didn't answer."How long did it go on until I spoiled it all?" A few weeks," she said."A few, a few," I couldn't help but echo.She looked helpless."I really thought it would not mean a thing to our marriage. It didn't for me. I loved you just as much. Did I ever give you the feeling you came in second?" she asked."Ever?" I said. "That sounds like a lot longer than a few times or a few weeks, honey." Oh, no, no...", she hurried to answer, but her. I watched fascinated by the depth of my vagina, as I took him into me, my sex pulsating and clenching around him. But my devil was back there inside me the strange feeling from the pain making me glow, he was hard he was brutal and my body was responding. He was tensing now working me avoiding the pleasure he wanted from emptying those heavy balls inside me filling me, and watching his sperm running out of me. It wasn’t in the script. I cried out for him, moaned for him my eyes seeing. Not long before this I had started watching a lot of squirting vids, I was fascinated by it. I watched loads of vids including instructional squirting vids. I read a lot about it online from sex stories to academic research. I had always known a woman loved when I arch my fingers and rub on the front wall of her pussy. Now I knew why. I slid 2 fingers inside her and instantly started to rub on her g spot asking her for instructions. I'd never got straight into fingering a woman so hard just a.