“Heh, heh, that’s what I thought. You’re nothing but a little cock slut, aren’t you?” he growls, as he grabs the back of my head and plunges...his enormous, salty, pussy-coated cock forcefully into my mouth. I gag at first, but as he releases his hold on my head I begin to work his thick meat, my lips and tongue gliding up and down the length of his shaft, occasionally nursing his bulbous knob like a toddler making the most of his pacifier.The taste of my wife’s cum on his girthy pud drives me. Ron groaned out Harry’s name in frustration, eager now for more invasive attention to "that" need building within him. But Harry felt mischievous and ran his tongue upward instead, tickling around Ron’s entrance and causing his thigh muscles to tense visibly. He dipped his fingers into the jar, and at the same moment, he pressed his tongue into Ron, causing Ron to swear breathlessly.Harry did his best to invade Ron thoroughly with his tongue, although Ron’s tightness made it difficult for Harry. Now I had a few things working in my favor that day, first it was busy in there, meaning a longer wait, secondly, I had just came from cruising the park and had played around with a few guys, making me super horny, but not cumming. Third and final thing, because I had been out cruising, I was only wearing my running shorts which I had ripped the netting out of allowing my naked crotch to be easily accessed through the leg holes which were very loose. With no one around us I stuck my face under. But what would the end be?To Jenny’s surprise, the machine restarted in first gear, the dildo sliding only the three inches into her pussy. After what she had already endured, the three inches were nothing. Jenny could only watch the clock, waiting for the time to end, and the chair to release her.As the clock moved to four minutes left there was an audible sound of the dildo shifting gear, and moving faster, penetrating deeper again.Jenny, in her state of panic, now knew what was going to.