We debated back and forth about what he wanted to do. I knew all along I wanted to taste him and he knew it too. Out of respect for me he left the cho...ce up to me. He didn't want to treat me like the nasty bitch I am. (He'll learn soon enough though.)As he gripped my arm I knew he was close so I instantly tried to rip the condom off. It was way too tight on his dick head which was bulging at this point. After I finally got it off I knew the discomfort set him back a little. But I didn't mind,. "I can't let you come over for this!" "Oh hell no girl!" "Your Mom would sure as hell know it"She just snickered evilly and whispered in my ear;"No she won't not if she's anything like me" Well she certainly had a point about that since when she got it her little ass was altogether all out of it and in a world I don't think she could even recall. Maybe that apple don't fall far from that tree?So in the car goes "Big Boy" and sitting in the backseat acting he was a damn human and panting. It was mouth-fucking, and it ought to be called that instead of all the other things they called it. For the moment she forgot that her husband was fucking her sister. His tongue was an oral cock poking deep into her oral cunt. The mixing of their saliva was the copious eruption of jism, and when she swallowed it, desperately, it was inconceivable that she wasn't swallowing gobs of semen.She stared fixedly at John's face that blocked her vision and gulped feverishly at the thrusting male. Well, here I am. So say it. Say that you want me to please you. Say that you want me to bring you to orgasm. Say that you want me to fuck you.” She bit Chloe’s lobe.“I don’t want…- Come on, be honest with yourself. We’re alone for the night, so nobody’s gonna know. You’re dying to do it. Say: fuck me.- I said I don’t want to…- Stop lying. I can feel your pussy throbbing in my hand. Your clit already started to swollen, and I’m sure there are juices running down you legs. Just say it. Say: fuck.