Sort of against my gut instinct, I asked Trent to be my boyfriend… I was skeptical about whether the relationship would work, but hey, I loved him d...arly. However, with my permission (we were, and still are, in an open relationship) he still continued to take other dicks and bone lots of pussy, and I spilled a shitload of sperm to his stories about his slutty adventures. That summer, a year after we started officially going out, I decided that I couldn’t last any longer without seeing my baby,. Mmmmmm” he groans again. She slid them off right away and tossed them aside, then spread her legs out as wide as she could go. “Please..Antonio...” She whimpered. “Now, lovely...go to the counter and lean over it and close your eyes...” He said, fighting to keep his voice even. He was so hard by now that his cock was about to burst through his pants. He couldn’t wait to get inside her. Right there, right then. Miranda thought that was a sort of strange request, but at the moment, she was. Mercifully, no one else came to the door. I devoured her wet hole for another minute or so before her breaths began to get more and more rapid, her legs squirming, one of her hands reaching down to grab a clothed tit and squeezing it, hard. "Please, please, yes, that, more of that," I maintained exactly what I was doing, flicking my tongue firmly over her clit at a constant rhythm. When I knew she was close to cumming, I moved my tongue towards the bottom of her snatch, pushing inside, tasting. He asked if I was sure and I told him I was. He told me to stay right where I was and that I could watch him jack off. I stayed there on my knees and he grabbed his cock and began stroking it inches from my face. After about 30 seconds of watching this, I, for some reason I still don’t understand, leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth and began pumping it. Once again he moaned, but this time he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. I had done this to my wife many.