But this situation, this was all new. His luggage, which he had remembered in a last moment of logical thought, was tossed in a pile inside the door. ...er luggage was mixed into his, both sets seeming to embrace each other, spilling into the open mirrored coat closet across from the still steamy bathroom. Tracking across the room in a twisting path of their vigorous ecstasy was her coat, his shoes, her shoes and shirt all on the floor, her bra on the television. His shirt and pants thrown into. .. against my cunt. Wet sloppy sounds. His arm reaches for my clit from the front to rub my clit... rubbing it in a circular motion steadily... still bent forward, i stick out my ass, as if searching for his cock... then i feel a sudden thrust into my cunt... he slowly inserts the head of his cock in... out... then in a bit more... and out... each time a little deeper. We are breathing heavily now. He increases the rhythm... and soon we're panting. And not a word spoken so far!! Body language!. I’d propose the plan later, but for now, I was loving every second of my sexy shoot. I felt like I was on the edge of cumming when I woke up to my wonderful early morning surprise.My husband sensed I was almost there and brought his face up to look at me. His mouth was shiny and wet. He gave me a smirk. I was reeling and looked down at him, smiling. I felt like maybe I was still drunk from the night before, but knew I had fallen asleep after that first glass of Champagne. He loved getting me to. Sam removed her sopping fingers from my mouth, and again that sense of profound loss was there again, but, then I felt her hand reach around my torso and under my cock and balls and felt wet fingers at my puckered hole and felt a sense of joy fill me. I leaned back while at the same time moving my pelvis forward, so she could have greater access. This joyful pleasure only increased once she was able to press one finger into my nether region. For the first time I felt my ass being penetrated..