She winced slightly as she entered the room and glanced at the red velour couch on which Jack Green had crawled between her wide-spread legs and fucke... her into submission that morning. A dull ache still throbbed in her bruised loins and she tried vainly not to think about the cause of it. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low class stranger, to. "OK Santa, whip it out!" she said sarcastically. I didn't need to be told twice, even though I knew she was joking, and pulled her up against my hard cock that was barely hidden inside those loose pants. She yelped in surprise and looked back at her friends with a look like she didn't know what to do as I lifted her up and down ever so slightly. They just yelled and wooed her on. "He's humping me!" she told them, as if they didn't see that for themselves. "Hump him back," somebody yelled. This so easy sexual corruption was very new to Wilson but honestly, he liked and even enjoyed it a lot. Mr. Wilson took a step back, added some lube to his fingers and began digging into Wilson’s tight and no more virgin anus. Of course, Wilson just could not relax right away but he found it a lot easier to sigh and moan with the joy of being stretched open from behind while Justin worked so prudently on his cock. Sir Roth was encouraging Wilson with a smile to take it nice and easy to feel. Good feelings were radiating out from her cunt to all parts of her body. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, surrendering herself to him. ‘Come for me Doreen, come your cunt for me. I want to feel your cunt juices on my fingers.’ She didn’t know what was going on here but her body did, and she felt the unfamiliar spasm of her orgasm explode across her body. As it hit her she grabbed a pillow and used it to cover her face. It muffled her screams of passion, as she thrust her cunt onto her.