I thought id give you an idea of what ill do for when he next gets home and its something a little like this. I'll send him naughty texts and voice me...sages all day leading up to him leaving work, my aim is to get him really worked up, describing in detail how wet I am and how much I would love him to use me as his personal stress relief when he gets home. I want to get him to that point of horny where when he gets home all he wants to do is grab my hair and fuck my throat until I pass out.When. I don’t like that but I have to obey. But he didn’t ask me. So I felt relaxed. I know I have to do something to his dick otherwise it may come to sucking it. So I used both my hands and started stroking it gently increasing the pace. He was moaning with pleasure. He spanked my butt in excitement.He started spanking it really hard just as I increased my pace with stroking. At last he cummed all over my face. I then washed his dick nicely, cleaned my face filled with his cum and followed him to. Aur usne kaha ke kal jab mai teri biwi neha ko pani se nikal raha tha tho mera jism uske jism se lipat gaya aur wo scene meri ankho se nahi jaraha hai aur rath bhar mujhe neha ki yad arahi thi. Tho maine kaha ke mera bhi yahi hal hai mujhe bhi rath bhar neendh nahi ayi aur toshi ki yad me rath guzri. Rehan ne kaha is ka hal kiya hai aur sawal ke bad hum dono kuch der qamosh hogaye aur phir achanak hum dono ne ek sath kaha ke. “swap kare.” Aur hum hasne lage… phir ye sochne lage ki ye bath hum. He wiped it in the sticky mess of vaginal secretions that liberally coated my balls and with practised ease, thrust it deep into her anus where I could feel it moving through the thin membrane separating her rectum and vagina. The whole act was one of indescribable debauchery but it only fuelled my arousal to bursting point.Like some exotic three-bodied animal, we began a mutual dance of primaeval urgency, our movements synchronising without conscious volition as if we were under the control of.