LOGINSandra suddenly opened her eyes in astonishment as his tongue must have touched her engorged clitoris. The shock made her cough and Kez’s cock slid out, leaving the purple tip pressed against her bottom lip. A few seconds later, she regained her composure and quickly began sucking the big brown cock as eagerly as before.It only took a minute or so, but I could tell that both of them were now close to orgasm.Kez took hold of her hair and began frantically fucking her mouth. As fast as he thrust, Sandra matched it with one of her own.“Oh, uh, shit, I’m….fucking hell…uh, uh; shit… I’m gonna fucking flood your fucking mouth!” He grunted as his hips swayed backwards and forwards. Sandra was now expertly breathing through her nose as his cock swelled ready to explode.“UH, FUCK, SHIT!” Kez gasped as he tightly gripped Sandra’s head.With a mouth full of Asian cum, Sandra mumbled, “Aaaggghh, Uuuuggghh” as her body convulsed with a shattering orgasm of her own.My wife was trembling with d
I grabbed the handle of a second taxi and virtually fell in as the first cab pulled away.“Follow that cab!” I shouted.“What?” the driver turned to look at me, “Are you kidding?”“No!” I grunted, “Follow that fucking car!”Ten minutes later, as the cars crawled through the busy streets, they pulled up outside a smart Italian Restaurant. Relieved that they hadn’t gone to the guy’s home, I gave the driver a £10 note and didn’t ask for change.I followed the trio at a respectable distance; getting a table about 12 feet away. Close enough to watch but far enough away that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.The next hour was Hell for me. I could hardly eat my meal as I watched the three of them flirting and touching like rampant school kids. Sandra was also getting gloriously drunk as they plied her with red wine, bending forward at every opportunity to give them (and everybody else) a flash of her tits.Towards the end of their meal, Sandra was really squirming in her seat as Desi ra
Dan’s POV,About three years ago, my marriage was in deep trouble. We’d been married for nine years, with twin 7-year-old daughters. I’d not long had a promotion at work and my wife was struggling to combine a full-time job with being a good mother and loving spouse.A new job meant that I earned a lot more money but had to work longer hours and stay away from home two or three nights a week. I was too busy to notice any problems until one Friday night when I arrived home to find the kids already in bed. When I complained, my wife exploded with rage. The resulting argument lasted 48 hours, culminating with a soul-searching ‘heart-to-heart’ conversation, on Sunday night.Obviously, it was ‘my entire fault’ and I had to promise to work fewer hours, pay Sandra and our daughters more attention etc. etc. etc.One of her more salient points was that we hadn’t had sex in over four weeks and I hadn’t noticed! We put that right immediately. Over the next couple of weeks, we discussed ‘our prob
I shrieked and sucked in air. My breathing became more ragged and erratic. Damon rested both of his hands on my supple ass cheeks and palmed them gently. His hands seemed to sink into my ass like they would do on one of those tempurpedic Memory Foam mattresses. I moved my hips slowly, raising them and then moving back down. We made sexual noises and cries in unison while our bodies moved together in a slow sensual rhythm.Damon nibbled the top of my ear while his dick moved in and out of my wetness. My hard nipples penetrated his chest and my pussy tightened around his dick. The bed squeaked slightly underneath us, but we didn’t hear it one bit. Damon and I were on our own planet, nothing outside could touch us. Our loud breathing and spontaneous moans filled the air. We slowly worked up to a nice moderate pace. My mind was totally at ease. Damon massaged my ass and lower back while he worked his dick into me – thrusting in and out.He pushed his dick deep into me before pulling it al
Damon snaked his tongue across the tiny bumps on my silver dollar-sized areola before going back to work sucking. He suckled as if he were a newborn fresh from the womb, awaiting its first meal. I cupped the back of his head and encouraged him to continue to please me with my mouth and lips. Having my titties sucked was one of my sexual weaknesses. I squirmed slightly underneath Damon as he created immense pleasure with his tongue.Eventually, he moved from my right tittie to my left and went back to work. I softly kneaded his back while he tightened his lips and sucked ever so gently. After suckling my titties to my satisfaction, he tickled every inch of my large fatty breasts.From my titties, he moved down to the top hem of my thongs and hooked his hands in the sides of them. Before pulling them down, he locked his eyes with mine and caressed my hips with his rough palms. My body shook slightly, but I quickly regained composure. I encouraged him to pull them down to expose my lovel
I went into the suite’s bedroom with tears welled up in my eyes and pulled on my red satin knee-length robe. Without a word, I went to the door and opened it just enough to slip out. I looked back in the room filled with my bridesmaids and sternly told them not to ask questions. They stared back at me, puzzled as hell. I quickly slammed the door behind myself and faced Damon, my breath of fresh air. He stood inches in front of me; he was so close, I could smell his fresh minty breath as he opened his mouth to speak.“I can’t let you do this shit.” he said with pain and severe anguish in his face.“What are you doing here?” I ignored him.“How did you know where I was?” I protested.Damon raised his index finger to my lips and grabbed my trembling hand. He pulled me forward but I didn’t budge. The second time he pulled my hand, my body seemed to disobey my mind. FUCK!Without another word, he led me down the hall and to the elevator. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I didn’t c
I was strangely happy to hear that. For a long time, I didn’t see myself as hot or sexy because people said I was cute. My high school life wasn’t the best for my self-esteem considering I was queer. FJ never mentioned my looks either. But over the past few weeks with Faiz, I was really starting to
When I woke up, it was 6:00 the next morning. My folks would wake up for work soon, so I had to leave before they figured out I had been gone all night.Faiz was snoring like a black bear while I laid against his rising and falling chest. He didn’t budge an inch as I played with his nipple while re
The next two weeks I tried to avoid Mr. Gilson’s house or talk to him when I passed by, but when I was masturbating thinking about FJ, his ripped hard body kept morphing into Mr. Gilson’s burly hairy one. It was getting difficult to get him out of my head. I imagined it was that young hairy Faiz Gi
I took him to his room and threw him on the bed. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down, indicating that he wanted to have sex.So we did.Just like old times.I gave him head first, bobbing quickly on his semi because he was too drunk to get it fully hard, but we managed. His







