“Fuck! Oh my god! Suck my cock!”And with that I started blasting loaad after load into her cum-hungry throat. She gagged after the first shot but ...as under control the next. After I emptied my filled up balls I got a little weak. She sat up and licked her lips.“Not bad that’s the best tastin spunk I have had in a while.”“And that was some pretty good pussy juice. But I didn’t get the final reward!”So I dove into her pussy with renewed vigor. I acted like everything that mattered to mee was on. My back was covered in his spunk and cum coated the insides of both my thighs and it was no exaggeration to use the phrase that I had been ‘well and truly fucked’ and I drifted off to sleep with him still spooning me.When I awoke in the morning, my pussy was still tingling from the evening’s exertions and I revelled in the memories of the event, feeling myself get wet once more. As he had pleasured me so much the previous evening it only seemed fair to return the favour and I eased myself down. I need to tell him about the many nights that I waited in our lonely big bed for him to come back home to my aching arms. I need to tell him that I still love him and would consider trying to do what it takes to make our marriage work again. I need to tell him that I still don't understand his very strange needs but that he can do whatever he wants as long as he treats me the way that he used to treat me. I need to tell him that I need a good fucking and that if he doesn't scratch this strong. He was relentlessly pounding her mouth as if it was her pussy. By this point, my pants were all the way to my heels, I had leaned my head back in the chair and was jerking off furiously. The guy was fucking her mouth and you can hear her yelps as she struggled to breathe.My furious masturbation was also making a thump thump noise that could be heard around the empty library. There was something kinky about masturbating in a public place while watching a girl’s face be impaled. That was enough.