Ok believe it or not I do have some limits and this was one of them. Sara seemed to know, I was bulking at this. She scooted back even more. Her ass ...as less than an inch from my face. She said "Look, its clean. I pooped in the bathroom and then wiped. So get that fucking tongue in there!" Wow, my wife is never like that and when she is.. I dived in and like Oliver, I started to tongue fuck her ass as hard and fast as I could! Oliver in the meantime had started to drool on me. I could feel. Her anus was a bit parted, and I pushed my lips against it again. I sucked on it, pulling it into my mouth, closed my lips around it and pushed my tongue inside her as far in as I could, my teeth brushing against her skin.She moaned, once, twice, and I felt her body vibrating as she rubbed her clit with quickening movements. She was panting by now, and I closed my eyes while fucking her asshole with my tongue. I felt as if her lips were growing around my mouth, and my lips were sucked into her. No man was cruel enough, hard enough or could give her what she needed.Most of her lovers were only preludes to what would come to her at home. A single climax with any of them was not what she needed. They were her tools to excite her before she knew she would be taken by Martin when she finally got home. He would torment her and curse her, but then when he finished with the insults, he would screw her like no man would ever dare.She shuddered with delight. "Whore," he said again, this time. Fifteen minutes had passed before she found him in one of the guest bedrooms, his cock sliding into Amanda’s slutty goth cunt.Anna blinked back a tear or two as she wondered what to do. She and Greg had dated for a few years now and they had both agreed to wait until marriage before they had sex, a marriage that was all but certain until tonight.Anna sat on the edge of a bed in the bedroom across the hall from her cheating boyfriend, their moans quiet but noticeable. Especially for her. She.