Fingers pressed into soft flesh and pulled and kneaded. Lips pressed and teeth bit gently. Their tongues explored every possible area of each other, a...tacking every opening, every dimple, every crease and fingers delved deeply inside, feeling heat and moisture, gripped tightly by excited, welcoming muscles whilst sliding in and out of soaking wet interiors until they climaxed almost simultaneously, biting their own lips to prevent the neighbours from hearing their cries of passion and muffling. It’s about my dirty, sweet slut of a wife, Maya, and her appetite for thick, juicy, meaty cocks. This is the second marriage for both of us. How we met was because of her sluttish lifestyle. I had recently divorced and was making the rounds on the ‘Net looking for someone to flirt with. Of course, I found Maya, now 45 years old, there in one of the forums.We struck up a convo and I found out she was also in Delhi. She was stuck in a somewhat mediocre marriage, had two teenage kids, had a good. They haven’t set a date yet but they are thinking about Thanksgiving weekend … I think the symbolism speaks for itself.’ We spent many nights after Agnes left exploring and understanding the uniqueness of the love we shared. Except on rare occasions when we went out of town or sometimes on a long weekend we never really slept together, but she would venture to my room or I would find myself tapping on her door. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her bedroom. One night after a long and. My panties were soaked, my pussy was dripping wet, I felt hot all over, and I was more turned on then I had ever been.Then the black stripper held my head tight to him, keeping as much of his cock as he could in my mouth. I felt his cock tense up, getting harder for an instant and then I felt something hot burst into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. Taken completely by surprise I tried to pull away, but he was holding my head in place to strongly for me to get away. He was cumming in my.