Her eyes closed, as she tore at herself. She thought she'd come apart or bleed from the hard days work. Softening her touch, she felt wetness. Softer ...he worked. More wetness. The slickness felt good. Hoping he'd get off, she opened her eyes and rubbed the wet hand into her snatch and over her inner thighs, watching the glimmer. Her back melted into the bed and she grabbed her protruded swollenness in a hand. No more tricks today. Holding herself tighter, she tried to go to that place where she. They talked about everything, books, films, politics and relationships. They had lots of kissing sessions but never any sex. Katie wanted to wait, which Jonathan was okay about. ‘Maybe this was the one,’ he often thought to himself. He had stroked her breasts and fondled her bum, which he absolutely loved. She never let him put his hand up her skirt which he read as just her being a proper well behaved girl who wanted to take her time. After a while this became so frustrating that he really had. Brandi's husband was gone, and well, you get the picture. The director was talking to Jonathan and Brandi. When he finished, both nodded, and the scene started. "Action!" Jonathan and Brandi were amazing together. The whole room could feel the passion in their kiss, and his hands were all over her. "This is wrong. What about my husband?" Jonathan was already between her legs. My own sex grew wet watching Brandi being eaten out. She moaned, and her hips bucked as her orgasm took over. "Oh fuck. The video booth gave him a sense of secrecy and comfort. He came down loudly, his moans echoing the walls of the booth, but his wife never seemed to notice. Instead, she continued to suck and deep throat the cock sticking out of the glory hole, aggressively rubbing the circumcised monster with her lips. Her lipstick was gone by this point, and her black dress was already covered in jizz. Still, she continued stroking the dick, all the while rubbing her fingers against her own wet pussy. She.