Once things settled back down after my discovering the phone, she got back on the black cock train. It took a while, and I think the fact of her seeing the U-haul boxes in the storage room in which to put her clothes and learning that I had been to the lawyer sobered her up. She has even tried to explain the why, and admitted remorse.
So we survived. But there are no more second chances, no tolerance for anything in the future. Other than that, things are fine and back to normal.
One of the things we’ve discovered is that there are subtle differences between the first meeting and a second meeting. The first meeting is all tentative, feeling each other out, taking care to make a good impression, a little extra effort. The second time is different, more relaxed, and the sex seems to be better as I think the lover knows he can be more assertive.
This time he was quicker to start. Kissing her for a few minutes, peeling her out of her clothes. They were both naked within five minutes of him coming through the door, and she had his big thick cock in her mouth almost as quick. He lay her on her back and fingered her with his long fingers, working his little finger into her ass as he did, causing her to come very hard, very quick, and very loud.
There wasn’t much foreplay. He knew what he wanted and she did two, and within six minutes or so he was pulling on a condom and crawling between her open legs. He slid inside her and just held himself there, and when she realized he wasn’t moving she arched her body up sliding his cock inside her, fucking herself against him from underneath, grinding her pussy against him with his cock balls deep inside her.
He pounded her, his balls popping against he flesh each time he rammed her him. She arched her back and he held her ass off the bed as he fucked her—and she was screaming in pleasure as she did, her gasps getting more rapid with “Oh God, Oh Godd, and a “Fuck me” through clenched teeth.
Her legs were wide apart as he fucked, but then he grunted, “Open those legs wide and let me take that pussy,” and she tried to open them even further. He picked up on her getting into the dirty talk and told her, “You like this big black cock inside you?”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me now,” she grunted back.
He kept fucking her, and told her, “Take it like a good little slut”, which she greeted with more moans of pleasure. He pulled her knees up to her shoulders, still pumping and added, “You like giving your pussy away don’t you.”
“Yes, Yes, fuck me,” she answered, writhing underneath his strong fucking.
He started moaning and pulled out, stripped off the condom and spurted his cum onto her belly.
They rested a minute and she starts sucking him back to hardness. He pulls her over on top of him so he can eat her pussy and he begins doing it as she leaned back against his legs, which he had raised with his heels against his ass. He ate her like that until she came again, as she reached behind him and stroked his cock. He lowered his legs and she lay back, turning her head sideways and in a move that I had never seen in any porn movie she was on her back, with Nat eating her pussy, laying with her back against him, and turning her head sideways she too his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
They did this for a while, then she broke and got into a traditional 69, before he flipped her onto her back, turned her body with her head toward the top of the bed, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, her ass about 10” off the bed, and in that position he fucked her again, her pussy extending around his cock on his withdrawl. She came again.
We lay around for a few minutes and pull or clothes back on, and she puts on a shirt that if you look closely you could see a nipple though, and we walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner. She sat beside him in the booth. When she went to the restroom I told him that she enjoyed dirty talk.
We had more drinks, got back to the room and they striped each other again, even quicker. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her in several positions, on top, sideways, she gets on top, then him on top again and more dirty talking to her, calling her a dirty slut and tells her to take his big black cock and asked again how much she loves giving her pussy away. He came, took off the rubber and I gave him a marker, asking him to sign his work, he wrote “N was here” and drew and arrow down to her pussy.
I lay back in the chair, they remained entwined on the bed naked, and we all dozed off. She woke him up by sucking his cock a long time, and does it over and over, trying to get him to come but he resist, finally pulling her up beside him, and as she lay there intently staring at his cock he opened another Trojan XL, rolled it down his cock and moved toward her. She had already opened her legs wide and inviting, and he took the invitation, fucking her again until she came several times, he came in the rubber, and went to the bathroom to flush it.
He dressed and excused himself to go home, and my wife, still naked, finished the evening with a relaxed husband and wife fuck. As I moved over her to go inside her she said, “Be easy, I’m sore.”
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The Glitch
In this narrative of my wife’s hotwife transformation if you have followed this blog from the beginning you know that over the years she has been a housewife, a mother, a Sunday School teacher, a cheater. When we got into the lifestyle her third black guy got into her head and she entertained him in our home, in my bed (and in every room in our house) for a weekend—naturally without my knowledge or consent, without the benefit of condoms.
So I knew she had within her the ability to cheat, and the ability to look me straight in the eye and tell me she loved me and then lie like a dog. Not being a complete idiot (although that can be debated at times) I have long since stopped believing in an odd coincidence when things accidentally happen that should arouse suspicion.
I was answering the phone in her home office one day and hear the chime of a cell phone beep, as if a text message had arrived. She wasn’t there and had her cell phone with her, so I did a search and could find nothing. I dismissed it.
So it was with a bit of a shock that I was looking for some extra paper to the printer, went into her computer area, looked down to a bottom shelf and discovered a cell phone charger. It was to a Nokia phone—and we do not have Nokia phone, as I had bought her an LG just like mine because she liked mine.
I checked on the cord periodically and it didn’t change. I even placed the wire over the other in a recognizable pattern to see if it was used, and a few days later checked it and it had not. So I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
A few weeks later we were on a long car trip that required overnighting en rough, and we had work to do and she asked me to plug up her laptop. I went into her backpack, looking for the powercord, and there was a Nokia phone charger cord. I looked at it a little too long, and she paused and said, “Oh, that’s just an old cord, I don’t know why that’s in there.”
I knew what it was, but then again I wasn’t certain. The deciding factor would be if the phone cord was missing at her computer station when I got home. And she was staying with friends for a few days and flying home, so I would be there a few days ahead of her.
So when I got home after a two day drive, before I did anything else, I went straight to her computer area, looked where the cord had been, and it was missing. I actually became nauseous. I spent the night figuring out what to do—and I had a few days to get it put together. My first thought was to have vehicle we have paid off, with the camper on it, and her clothes loaded in it when she arrived, have the locks changed, and just hand her the keys and wish her a good life
I went so far as to go to U-Haul and buy the wardrobe boxes, and went to my lawyer, told him the entire deal, and he advised to wait, give her the choice to give up the lifestyle and never transgress again. “A divorce is always messy—and expensive,” he advised. I knew I was too emotional to make a lucid decision so I followed his advice.
She picked up on my mental state without me saying anything, and when I picked her up she was aggressive. That is always her best defense, and it worked again. I had decided to take her stuff and dump it in the living room floor and go through it until I found the damn phone, but her attack derailed me. . “What’s going on—you’ve been weird all week, and if you don’t spit it out I’m not going home.” I told her about the phone, and she pulled it off, swearing that it was an old cord, she thought it went to her ipod and she had taken it by mistake, and had given it to one of our friends who had a Nokia phone while she was gone.
I believed. So you don’t leave if you believe the story do you? Never mind that I had convinced myself what I would do, how the emotional had worn down, how I lost a little more of love, respect, a little less marriage, a little less bond holding us together. But it was all a big mistake, due to my overactive imagination—and later I realized due to my very active and correct GUT.
I was going to take a shower but I don’t. I’m trembling. (Not shaking—trembling). I guess it happens when your whole life shatters right before your eyes. I went straight to her, ordered her to hang up the phone, and held the phone out.
“What is this?”
“You know what it is.”
“What’s going on?”
“The answer is right there in your hands,” she said. She was still talking to the guy she had come to our home when I was away.
She was belligerent right up until the moment I told her to get some of her clothes and get the hell out. She refused. She got shakier when I explain that I’ve already talked to our attorney, and that the boxes outside are for her clothes.
She asks if I’m willing to throw away 25 years over this. “Yes.” I answer.
She tells me she has no money, no where to go. “You should have thought about that before you did it.” I respond.
Then she gets weepy, cries, tells me she loves me, says she will make it up to me, and tries (for three days). Her idea of making it up is to keep things as they are.
I kept the phone with me. I had a few choice words to say when he would call. But he didn’t call. She tells me later, “But I didn’t see him again, I only talked to him.”
“Behind my back.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”
When I asked why he hadn’t called she said they had agreed that if she went three days without contacting him to not call anymore, that something had happened (like I had found the phone).
So where does that leave us? I’m pretty cold. We revisit the occurrence from time to time—and it ends with an invitation for her to go now if she doesn’t want to stay that I no longer care. I can take it or leave it.
I do love her, I do not want her to go, but it is a love that was at total infatuation, to unconditional love, to accepting the fact that she might go and fighting to keep her, to adjusting to the fact that I might have to live without her, to where I am today. I still have love, but it is far much less than it was. It is a realization that there are no more “another chances”. One more transgression will mean that we split. I won’t live with someone I can’t trust.
As I got into things I discovered that her lover/phone friend had told her a few days earlier that he was moving in with another woman--and her one response and defense is that it was only conversation. She described how he and we were in the same town on a trip, and he was begging her to meet him and she wouldn't without me there.
I was once told by a psychologist that we cannot control other people or what they do--we can only control our reaction to what they do. And in this case the decision has been made. She behaves herself or I'm gone. She'll have to play her deceit and lying games on someone else.
This happened a several months ago--and we have resumed playing with the understanding that the limit has been reached--and in the meantime we're enjoying it, and seem to have survived what had better be the last dishonest thing that happens related to this lifestyle, if our marriage continues.
Sorry for the downer tone of this post--but this is our real journey--not fantasy.
So I knew she had within her the ability to cheat, and the ability to look me straight in the eye and tell me she loved me and then lie like a dog. Not being a complete idiot (although that can be debated at times) I have long since stopped believing in an odd coincidence when things accidentally happen that should arouse suspicion.
I was answering the phone in her home office one day and hear the chime of a cell phone beep, as if a text message had arrived. She wasn’t there and had her cell phone with her, so I did a search and could find nothing. I dismissed it.
So it was with a bit of a shock that I was looking for some extra paper to the printer, went into her computer area, looked down to a bottom shelf and discovered a cell phone charger. It was to a Nokia phone—and we do not have Nokia phone, as I had bought her an LG just like mine because she liked mine.
I checked on the cord periodically and it didn’t change. I even placed the wire over the other in a recognizable pattern to see if it was used, and a few days later checked it and it had not. So I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
A few weeks later we were on a long car trip that required overnighting en rough, and we had work to do and she asked me to plug up her laptop. I went into her backpack, looking for the powercord, and there was a Nokia phone charger cord. I looked at it a little too long, and she paused and said, “Oh, that’s just an old cord, I don’t know why that’s in there.”
I knew what it was, but then again I wasn’t certain. The deciding factor would be if the phone cord was missing at her computer station when I got home. And she was staying with friends for a few days and flying home, so I would be there a few days ahead of her.
So when I got home after a two day drive, before I did anything else, I went straight to her computer area, looked where the cord had been, and it was missing. I actually became nauseous. I spent the night figuring out what to do—and I had a few days to get it put together. My first thought was to have vehicle we have paid off, with the camper on it, and her clothes loaded in it when she arrived, have the locks changed, and just hand her the keys and wish her a good life
I went so far as to go to U-Haul and buy the wardrobe boxes, and went to my lawyer, told him the entire deal, and he advised to wait, give her the choice to give up the lifestyle and never transgress again. “A divorce is always messy—and expensive,” he advised. I knew I was too emotional to make a lucid decision so I followed his advice.
She picked up on my mental state without me saying anything, and when I picked her up she was aggressive. That is always her best defense, and it worked again. I had decided to take her stuff and dump it in the living room floor and go through it until I found the damn phone, but her attack derailed me. . “What’s going on—you’ve been weird all week, and if you don’t spit it out I’m not going home.” I told her about the phone, and she pulled it off, swearing that it was an old cord, she thought it went to her ipod and she had taken it by mistake, and had given it to one of our friends who had a Nokia phone while she was gone.
I believed. So you don’t leave if you believe the story do you? Never mind that I had convinced myself what I would do, how the emotional had worn down, how I lost a little more of love, respect, a little less marriage, a little less bond holding us together. But it was all a big mistake, due to my overactive imagination—and later I realized due to my very active and correct GUT.
I was going to take a shower but I don’t. I’m trembling. (Not shaking—trembling). I guess it happens when your whole life shatters right before your eyes. I went straight to her, ordered her to hang up the phone, and held the phone out.
“What is this?”
“You know what it is.”
“What’s going on?”
“The answer is right there in your hands,” she said. She was still talking to the guy she had come to our home when I was away.
She was belligerent right up until the moment I told her to get some of her clothes and get the hell out. She refused. She got shakier when I explain that I’ve already talked to our attorney, and that the boxes outside are for her clothes.
She asks if I’m willing to throw away 25 years over this. “Yes.” I answer.
She tells me she has no money, no where to go. “You should have thought about that before you did it.” I respond.
Then she gets weepy, cries, tells me she loves me, says she will make it up to me, and tries (for three days). Her idea of making it up is to keep things as they are.
I kept the phone with me. I had a few choice words to say when he would call. But he didn’t call. She tells me later, “But I didn’t see him again, I only talked to him.”
“Behind my back.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”
When I asked why he hadn’t called she said they had agreed that if she went three days without contacting him to not call anymore, that something had happened (like I had found the phone).
So where does that leave us? I’m pretty cold. We revisit the occurrence from time to time—and it ends with an invitation for her to go now if she doesn’t want to stay that I no longer care. I can take it or leave it.
I do love her, I do not want her to go, but it is a love that was at total infatuation, to unconditional love, to accepting the fact that she might go and fighting to keep her, to adjusting to the fact that I might have to live without her, to where I am today. I still have love, but it is far much less than it was. It is a realization that there are no more “another chances”. One more transgression will mean that we split. I won’t live with someone I can’t trust.
As I got into things I discovered that her lover/phone friend had told her a few days earlier that he was moving in with another woman--and her one response and defense is that it was only conversation. She described how he and we were in the same town on a trip, and he was begging her to meet him and she wouldn't without me there.
I was once told by a psychologist that we cannot control other people or what they do--we can only control our reaction to what they do. And in this case the decision has been made. She behaves herself or I'm gone. She'll have to play her deceit and lying games on someone else.
This happened a several months ago--and we have resumed playing with the understanding that the limit has been reached--and in the meantime we're enjoying it, and seem to have survived what had better be the last dishonest thing that happens related to this lifestyle, if our marriage continues.
Sorry for the downer tone of this post--but this is our real journey--not fantasy.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover
After about 4-5 weeks she started talking about needing her “black cock fix”. One guy emailed in response to our swinger site ad, she responded, they talked on the phone, and we set it up to meet him in a nearby town at a large hotel with a bar.
He said he was over 6’4” and as we talked about it she said she hoped he was as big as his profile photos. If this were indeed the case this guy was porn star huge.
You on this quest for bigger cock?” I asked her the night before.
“Yes I am,” was her answer.
As we were fucking I talked to her about it, telling her she didn’t have to fuck him if he didn’t click as we had not talked too much with this guy and knew little about him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, you can always say no”.
“I know”, she answered, “but I’m going to fuck him.” That huge cock had her intrigued I surmised. This guy would be her fifth black lover.
She’s went for her standard pedicure and manicure, did her hair earlier in the week, and she bought a beard trimmer to make it easier for shaving her pussy. She has started squirting again which was a question after her bladder surgery, and her nipples have all but healed but are still tender, and she says she likes the rings now, adding that she get off on knowing there are so many women who aren’t pierced and couldn’t do it.
Visually I love the look of pierced nipples, especially hers, but I also love to suck on her nipples and the metal rings get in the way of that. They look better than they feel.
We met Nat in the hotel bar and he had only an hour and a half, so we had a drink and got comfortable and at her suggestion we went upstairs, and he didn’t seem to smile much, nor was he very talkative, but began chatting when I went for the second round at the bar. When we got back we went to the room, just chit chatting. She had worn a open weave nipple showing top under a black blazer that she kept buttoned.
When we walked inside the door he immediately started stripped naked before even kissing her, and unveiling a huge cock even larger than the photos. I mean a cock as large as her Sean Michaels dildo, and the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He started kissing her with her remaining fully clothed, and she had removed her blazer when she came into the room, and as they kissed he lowered the straps off her top and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, kissing her for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bed and eagerly started sucking his long cock. As she did he leaned over and untied the back of her top and removed it, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and she stood partially off and slid her skirt down her legs without stopping sucking him.
He pulled her up to kiss him and immediately dove his hand inside her white thong and began fingering her while they kissed. He fingered her and rubbed her clit without breaking their kiss, and she slid her thong half way down her thighs and he took his cock and rubbed it against her bare pussy, all the while still kissing,
After a while she sat down on the bed again and sucked him, with him leaning way back with his cock thrusting far out and he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and dove into her pussy, and she started moaning instantly. She was very turned on and into it. He had her gasping when he moved higher, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers into her again, and as she did she wrapped her legs around him, and he slid back down to eat her pussy, with his hands on her nipples, until she came like that and he then moved higher stradding her face, presenting his cock to her lips that she eagerly started sucking, and then moving to the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, sucking him, while he reached behind her and fingered her again to another orgasm. He held his cock up and put his balls down to her mouth which she licked and sucked, stroking his cock with her hand while she did. Then he got up and walked over to his pants, opening a Magnum XL condom and rolling it down his cock.
“Do you need some lube or anything?” he asked. She just laughed, touching herself.
“You think I need lube?” He climbed on the bed and grabbed her hand and moved it to his cock for her to guide him inside her, which she did. He moved gently inside her in three thrusts, each one getting deeper before he started fucking her for real. She winced at some of his deeper strokes and he eased off, then he turned her on her side, one leg down, the other around his arm, and was able to go all the way into her without pain, rolling her on over with both legs down and popping her ass a couple of times.
“She was exhaling a burst of air, with an occasional soft, “yes”.
“Want me to fuck that pussy for you, fuck it good?”
“Yes, fuck it,” she answered. He was grunting some as well, and she began encouraging him, “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
She was all but screaming from this fucking, loving it. He rolled her to her knees and fucked her doggie style, then flat on the bed with her face down with his cock still inside her, and then he lay back and put her in reverse cowgirl, facing me, and as she fucked he was playing with her breasts, and telling her, “Take it, give it to me, come on my cock”, and in this position she has a massive orgasm, squirting everywhere, and the broke for a rest.
Without leaving the bed he put a new condom on and lay her back on the bed and mounted her missionary style, pounding her hard now, without causing any pain, harder, and then he stopped, pulled out and began dick whipping his cock against her clit, and she started coming again, little orgasms and he put his cock in her again, their bodies making a pop, pop, pop sound when their flesh hit, eliciting grunts, saying “yes, Yes, Yes,”.
He said in a low voice that he didn’t think I could hear, “You like this black cock?” And she answered “Yes, Oh yes.”
As he was fucking her he told her “Take it, take it” and asking her after getting up from her sucking his cock, “You like that don’t you?”
“I love it” was her response. When it came time to come she told him she wanted him to come on her, so he pulled out, stripped off his rubber and moved his cock over her mouth stroking it. “I got something for ya,”he said, stroking his cock.
She opened her mouth to take it, and his first spurt hit half in her mouth and half on her cheek, the second spurt she took in her mouth, then half closing her mouth half way and squeezing his come to the front she moved up and put her mouth on his cock.
“Oh God,” he said.
“Oh God,” she gasp back as his come poured into her open mouth, sliding her hands down the shaft and pulling his come into her mouth, and backing away, her stroking his cock as he came over her chest and boobs. He sighed, moved away as she rubbed his come over her breasts. She looked up with a wide smile on her face.
“Wow, that was intense,” he said.
He said he was over 6’4” and as we talked about it she said she hoped he was as big as his profile photos. If this were indeed the case this guy was porn star huge.
You on this quest for bigger cock?” I asked her the night before.
“Yes I am,” was her answer.
As we were fucking I talked to her about it, telling her she didn’t have to fuck him if he didn’t click as we had not talked too much with this guy and knew little about him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, you can always say no”.
“I know”, she answered, “but I’m going to fuck him.” That huge cock had her intrigued I surmised. This guy would be her fifth black lover.
She’s went for her standard pedicure and manicure, did her hair earlier in the week, and she bought a beard trimmer to make it easier for shaving her pussy. She has started squirting again which was a question after her bladder surgery, and her nipples have all but healed but are still tender, and she says she likes the rings now, adding that she get off on knowing there are so many women who aren’t pierced and couldn’t do it.
Visually I love the look of pierced nipples, especially hers, but I also love to suck on her nipples and the metal rings get in the way of that. They look better than they feel.
We met Nat in the hotel bar and he had only an hour and a half, so we had a drink and got comfortable and at her suggestion we went upstairs, and he didn’t seem to smile much, nor was he very talkative, but began chatting when I went for the second round at the bar. When we got back we went to the room, just chit chatting. She had worn a open weave nipple showing top under a black blazer that she kept buttoned.
When we walked inside the door he immediately started stripped naked before even kissing her, and unveiling a huge cock even larger than the photos. I mean a cock as large as her Sean Michaels dildo, and the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He started kissing her with her remaining fully clothed, and she had removed her blazer when she came into the room, and as they kissed he lowered the straps off her top and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, kissing her for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bed and eagerly started sucking his long cock. As she did he leaned over and untied the back of her top and removed it, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and she stood partially off and slid her skirt down her legs without stopping sucking him.
He pulled her up to kiss him and immediately dove his hand inside her white thong and began fingering her while they kissed. He fingered her and rubbed her clit without breaking their kiss, and she slid her thong half way down her thighs and he took his cock and rubbed it against her bare pussy, all the while still kissing,
After a while she sat down on the bed again and sucked him, with him leaning way back with his cock thrusting far out and he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and dove into her pussy, and she started moaning instantly. She was very turned on and into it. He had her gasping when he moved higher, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers into her again, and as she did she wrapped her legs around him, and he slid back down to eat her pussy, with his hands on her nipples, until she came like that and he then moved higher stradding her face, presenting his cock to her lips that she eagerly started sucking, and then moving to the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, sucking him, while he reached behind her and fingered her again to another orgasm. He held his cock up and put his balls down to her mouth which she licked and sucked, stroking his cock with her hand while she did. Then he got up and walked over to his pants, opening a Magnum XL condom and rolling it down his cock.
“Do you need some lube or anything?” he asked. She just laughed, touching herself.
“You think I need lube?” He climbed on the bed and grabbed her hand and moved it to his cock for her to guide him inside her, which she did. He moved gently inside her in three thrusts, each one getting deeper before he started fucking her for real. She winced at some of his deeper strokes and he eased off, then he turned her on her side, one leg down, the other around his arm, and was able to go all the way into her without pain, rolling her on over with both legs down and popping her ass a couple of times.
“She was exhaling a burst of air, with an occasional soft, “yes”.
“Want me to fuck that pussy for you, fuck it good?”
“Yes, fuck it,” she answered. He was grunting some as well, and she began encouraging him, “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
She was all but screaming from this fucking, loving it. He rolled her to her knees and fucked her doggie style, then flat on the bed with her face down with his cock still inside her, and then he lay back and put her in reverse cowgirl, facing me, and as she fucked he was playing with her breasts, and telling her, “Take it, give it to me, come on my cock”, and in this position she has a massive orgasm, squirting everywhere, and the broke for a rest.
Without leaving the bed he put a new condom on and lay her back on the bed and mounted her missionary style, pounding her hard now, without causing any pain, harder, and then he stopped, pulled out and began dick whipping his cock against her clit, and she started coming again, little orgasms and he put his cock in her again, their bodies making a pop, pop, pop sound when their flesh hit, eliciting grunts, saying “yes, Yes, Yes,”.
He said in a low voice that he didn’t think I could hear, “You like this black cock?” And she answered “Yes, Oh yes.”
As he was fucking her he told her “Take it, take it” and asking her after getting up from her sucking his cock, “You like that don’t you?”
“I love it” was her response. When it came time to come she told him she wanted him to come on her, so he pulled out, stripped off his rubber and moved his cock over her mouth stroking it. “I got something for ya,”he said, stroking his cock.
She opened her mouth to take it, and his first spurt hit half in her mouth and half on her cheek, the second spurt she took in her mouth, then half closing her mouth half way and squeezing his come to the front she moved up and put her mouth on his cock.
“Oh God,” he said.
“Oh God,” she gasp back as his come poured into her open mouth, sliding her hands down the shaft and pulling his come into her mouth, and backing away, her stroking his cock as he came over her chest and boobs. He sighed, moved away as she rubbed his come over her breasts. She looked up with a wide smile on her face.
“Wow, that was intense,” he said.
Friday, December 5, 2008
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