I love fucking you." Chastity's grunts were softening now. Her breathing was becoming deeper and was followed by long, raspy exhalations. I could see ...er hips begin to move in almost imperceptible undulations. "That's it baby," Luke exhorted her, "now you're gettin' into it. Move your cunt around on my cock. Show me what a slut you are. Show me how much you love my cock" "Ooohhh God, uummmhhhh," moaned my wife, her head tilted back, mouth open and groaning openly. Luke moved to kiss her and. "I think that I'll share my *lunch* with someone else. Enjoy!" She spoke with such a sweetness, the venom hidden in the tone of her words. "Thanks, Bella..." I spoke awkwardly as she tucked herself away and handed my phone back to me. My stomach dropped as she sat down and ate her lunch across from me, not a single insult or word uttered. I finished up my shift and went home without a hitch, knots in my stomach as I remember the way she looked at your picture. When I parked in the driveway, I. Plum didn’t make an immediate excursion into the depths of her punahni. No, first he teased her labia, running his tongue up and down them, darting from one side to the other. “Oh, come on, Plum, don’t tease me so. I want your tongue in me so badly,” she begged. Plum complied enthusiastically with her request, sticking his tongue into her waiting slit. What he found delighted him. She was wet, very wet. The very taste of her made his cock grow hard, and the smell of her aroused sex made his. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She would come to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.”“Does she have a good body?”“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis.“How did you start seeing her?”“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we and started talking. I told her what happened. I knew she kind of liked me, I just didn’t know what to expect. We.