She squeezes my ass, then slaps it again. I moan her name, but I think my breaths are too quick for her to hear it. I close my eyes as she pounds into...me from behind, filling me up deeply.A small part of me wishes that she were a boy fucking me with a real dick, but she’s skilled enough that it barely matters. I reach one hand under me and rub my clit as Bianca makes me hers.My knees feel weak. Bianca fucks me as hard as ever, and I can barely think. All I know is that I don’t want her to stop.. I felt the familiar shame creeping up my neck, my cheeks getting hot. “G-girlfriend,” I offered; both a reply and an apology. My sexuality was a source of great embarrassment and discontent to me, and I suspected largely to blame for my ill mental health. For her part, she took this information in her stride, not reacting in any way but to ask how long we’d been together. My response, two years, seemed to satisfy her that it must be a stable relationship, and no cause for any concern on her. My heart started pounding like it was going to jump out my chest then I heard the shower stop and the curtain open. I could feel my cock starting to swell as the thought of seeing her nude was in my mind. Then it happened she passed in front of he cracked door with nothing on just a quick glimpse I had to see more,I slowly started to walk closer and there she was bending over I could see her puffy pussy lips nice and plump. Then I hear my wife calling me but the whole night as we sat across. “The one who’s ashamed” I frown at her. “I’m not ashamed,” I push her back a little. “It’s just…” “It’s just what?” she leans in again and grabs my hands so that I can’t push her back again. “You don’t want Mason to know you’re fucking his girlfriend?” “Hush, he could hear you." She giggles, “Why are you so afraid of him?” she laughs and kisses me deeply. Unable to resist, I kiss her back equally passionately. “I’m not afraid of him…” I say against her lips. After a few seconds she retreated..