Then he started fucking my face...deeper and deeper until I was deep throating his cock...gagging.He didn't care...he was there to shoot his load and ...e didn't give a damn about my feelings.His thrusts in my throat started to get harder and he started moaning...I knew it wouldn't be long....Then he shot his load deep down my throat...his hand on the back of my head forcing my head balls deep on his cock as he shot blast after blast of his hot cum into me.He'd barely finished cumming in my mouth. Tender gentle kisses and they are sopassionate. She continues to rub his manhood. He has begun undressing.He has taken off his pants and his undershirt. One of her favoriteparts.. He lays back and she runs her hand through his chest hair. Itis so stiff and scraggly, yet somehow a bit smooth. He pulls off hisboxers and his full attention hard on is fully visible. He is not toobig, about perfect for what she wants to do. I watch her kiss down hislittle pooch of a stomach. She lays her. I kiss the nape of his neckand he moans and I press on, kissing his neck and earas he tries in vain to focus on me. Tonight, though,it's not about me. It's about the man I love and nothing else.Holding each other as close as possible we weavedthrough the clutter and climbed the stairs, followingthe candlelight. We didn't even make it to the bed.In the hallway outside our bedroom I fell against thewall, my knees weak, every fiber of my body longingfor him and only him. He slips his hands down. There was no chance in hell I was going to get away from this big mans grasp. He drug me around the corner and into the shower room which is simply a large open room with multiple shower heads spread apart. Over on the left side of the shower room was two spots with detachable shower heads and curtains and a bench dividing the two. The men had pulled the bench into the middle of the shower room and after he got me into the room picked me up and slammed me down on my back knocking the wind from.