.. it's killing... aggggghhhh!"But Byron gritted his teeth, stopping for a second, relaxing his thick muscles before tensing them again and shoving do...n."Uhhh... you're loosenin' up, baby. Yeah, I can feel... uhhh... feel you loosenin' up," he groaned, shifting his weight into her thighs.Marcie's eyes glazed over, rolling up in her head. The agony continued. She was gasping in air with short, panting breaths. Her head spun around dizzyingly while her nostrils burned. The pressure and pain in. “Yes. I saw you fuck her.”“Did you like what you saw?”Of course Paul knew the answer, but the conversation had developed a delicious tension which he enjoyed. Mary squirmed. She knew Paul was holding the soaked proof of her arousal in his hand. Denial would have been useless.“Yes.” she breathed finally. “Yes, I liked it.”“Did you touch yourself?” Paul pressed on. Mary moaned at this, turning her face away, but intuitively spreading her legs even wider, only the hem of her nighty covering her. His reply was another stroke,” her head back now, crying and sobbing “ten,” smack , the voice wavering, “nine”, smack “eight,” smack, gritted teeth grunted “faster for god`s sake!” smack “ooh seven” smack “Jesus, six,” smack “oh, five” smack “ grr… Three” smack “ooh two” smack, “ Fuck boy that bloody hurt oh fuck, fuck fuck…” he fetched the two withies, and she eyed them as if to select which one would hurt least, then she cried at him, that he must “do it if you must…and now!” the first of the. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my wife's feet for a few minutes. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm all the above and then some. So with me knowing she didn't shower before bed, i was so.