Mike has pounded me to where I had trouble walking for a couple of days,” my wife advised her.“I hope so, I want to feel like a slut for your husb...nd.”Cathy leaned into her and whispered, “You go girl. Just so you know we already consider you as our slut. Fuck him but leave some for me when we get home.”Hearing that I picked up the pace and pressure as I felt Debbie tighten her pussy around my cock at the same time.I wish I could say I lasted for a long time but the truth is that as tight as. " Cursed Betty ina forced croak.I was tired of all the pretence and reappeared in my loose peignoir asI decided to confront them."Oh yes I do know. And I'm sure you've told Molly at the boutique. Isthis some sort of Private club you've got? All dog lovers, -" Ifinished, with the sarcasm dripping off my tongue."Betty at least had the grace to look apologetic. She stared at thefloor and nodded her head confessionally." Well thanks," I snapped," now I suppose the whole bloody villageknows. I. The noises he made were incredible for Rachel. Guttural groans tore themselves from deep in his chest as he mumbled over and over in Latin, the words unknown to her, but no translation was needed.“Oh my god yes!” She cried as she felt her pussy spread as he picked up the pace. A hand pinned her arms over her head. Another gripped her hip as his thick member pounded away at her insides, churning and grinding all the while. Throwing her head back she let out a string of curses as her eyes slammed. You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said tenderly” Your too beautiful and maintain too great a life to be someone who can call themselves sorry." He moved his head slightly closer and she took the bait pulling in slowly for a kiss as if in a trance. "Well if you insist Jenny!" He waited for her to make her move to make her feel the aggressor, and that’s when he took over locking lips rolling his tongue over.