Peter pulled out and shoved it into my wife’s mouth. He proceeded to go from mouth to mouth with such fluid effortless motions. He stood back up and...went back to her ass. Gapped it again and proceeded to fuck her ass deep. She screamed again, “”FUCK ANOTHER ONE. OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH MY FUCKING GOD, FUCK ME , FUCK YES, FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING SHIT FUCK GOD FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK ME FUCK ME GOD FUCK. OOOOHHHHHHHHH.” She collapsed once more onto me. Pete knew this time she would be out for. "She laughed. "Well, you did. You were always so happy to do it."I blushed. "I was?" Yup. And I always loved it so much. My mother used to scratch my back when I was a little girl, and it's something that's always helped me to relax. And today's been kind of a stressful day ..." She let her words trail off."You want me to scratch it now?" I asked, trying not to let the eagerness show in my voice."Would you mind?" she said.Holy shit, I thought. How could I possibly mind that? "No. Sure. Why. Chha inch laambo ane adhi inch jaado hashe. Lund nu-n mathu-n anidar hatu-n ane dandi jara niche taraf valeli hati. Te vakhate e kadak laakada jevo thai gayo hato. Mein mutthi ma-n lai jara masalyo etale Mohane mane kan ma-n kahyu-n, “Niluben, mo-n ma-n lai to juvo. Shamali to enathi dharati j nathi.”Topi unche chadavi khullu-n mathu-n me-n mo-n ma-n lai chusava maandyu-n ane daandi pakadi muth maarava maandi. Maru-n mathu-n pakadi rakhi ne kula halavi Mohan mane mo-n ma-n chodava laagyo. Mo-n. Sierra went back to me, saying, ‘I wanna eat you out,’ with a determined look in her eyes. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, her eyes zooming from my eyes to my lips and back. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled our bodies together, and she bit her lip eagerly. We kissed again, my hands on her back and her fingers in my hair. Her lips tasted like champagne, a taste I didn’t necessarily love, but too wasted to care I swirled my tongue around hers and enjoyed it. Then she.