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pressure of his hard-on against my soft ass driving me deeper and deeper, closer and closer . . . yes, closer and closer to a first orgasm that is coming in quick, fast, heavy . . .
Now I feel so goddamn wet between my legs that I swear the front of my sundress is sticking to my mound as Parker rubs my cunt with his fingers, his long middle finger moving all the way up and down the length of my slit, the tip of his finger pushing my underwear into me, the friction of the cloth against my pussy lips and clit taking me higher and higher.
I grasp Parker’s hand and bring it up to my face now, instinctively sniffing his fingers and moaning as I smell the musk of my own sex on him. I suck on his fingers, my eyelids fluttering as I grind my ass harder into his cock, enjoying the feeling that’s rising up from between my thighs, the feeling that I need to be touched there again, quickly, urgently, NOW.
And Parker can sense it, and now he reaches down with his other hand, lifting up the front of my dress, sliding his fingers under the sides of my damp black panties, finding my wet, open slit immediately, curling three fingers around the left side of my cunt, gently pulling at my pussy lips as I shudder and shake, saliva pouring out of my mouth as I suck his fingers and gyrate my hips.
Now Parker pulls the fingers of his right hand out of my mouth, brings his left hand up to my tits again, and then just PUSHES his wet right hand down the front of my panties, his thumb resting on my stiff clit, two fingertips sliding into my slick depths.
And he RAMS his erection against me from behind, the force of his thrust pushing my mound up against his fingers, driving those fingers deep into my cunt, pushing my swollen clit against his firm thumb with startling force . . .
. . . and suddenly my eyes flick open and my mouth opens wide in a silent scream as I feel that orgasm ambush me with a goddamn FURY, and Parker is grunting now, his fingers working my cunt, his left hand supporting my quivering body as he pinches my tits, his tongue still hot and sticky against my cheek, his cock still hard and massive against my ass.
“Oh, shit!” I mutter as I gasp for air, still confused and surprised at how quickly this orgasm rolled through me. “Oh, SHIT, Chris!”
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CHRIS
M y mouth is hanging open and I can feel drool on my lips as I stare in astonishment at the image of my Amy, her face contorted with ecstasy, her mouth twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The sight of Parker pulling up the front of her dress, sliding those fingers under the moist sides of her panties as my Amy sucked the fingers of his other hand like a little slut got me hard as a fucking rock, aroused as anything. But then when Parker pushed his hand down the front of my wife’s black panties, drove his fingers into my Amy’s sweet cunt like that . . . oh, my LORD I had to start unzipping.
And that’s when it happened. I must have glanced away from the screen for just a moment as I undid my belt, and I was startled by the sharp cry from Amy. And when I looked up she was fucking coming! Holy SHIT she was already coming!
Now I just stare as my Amy’s body thrashes in Parker’s hands as his fingers keep working her cunt under those panties. Her pussy is still hidden from me, and it is a HUGE turn-on to see the outline of another man’s fingers pulsating under the shiny wet cloth of those black panties. Oh, fuck, I can almost SMELL her sex now, TASTE her juice, FEEL her orgasm even as I stare at her whimper and convulse her way through that climax.
I am stunned, just fucking STUNNED. I mean, I’ve seen Amy have countless orgasms, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her on this computer screen, those thick, tattooed arms of Parker holding her close, her hips moving as he grinds his cock into her ass, her chest heaving as he pulls on her nipples, her pelvis jerking out grotesquely as this man—this man that I sent over—fingers her divine cunt
Now I feel so goddamn wet between my legs that I swear the front of my sundress is sticking to my mound as Parker rubs my cunt with his fingers, his long middle finger moving all the way up and down the length of my slit, the tip of his finger pushing my underwear into me, the friction of the cloth against my pussy lips and clit taking me higher and higher.
I grasp Parker’s hand and bring it up to my face now, instinctively sniffing his fingers and moaning as I smell the musk of my own sex on him. I suck on his fingers, my eyelids fluttering as I grind my ass harder into his cock, enjoying the feeling that’s rising up from between my thighs, the feeling that I need to be touched there again, quickly, urgently, NOW.
And Parker can sense it, and now he reaches down with his other hand, lifting up the front of my dress, sliding his fingers under the sides of my damp black panties, finding my wet, open slit immediately, curling three fingers around the left side of my cunt, gently pulling at my pussy lips as I shudder and shake, saliva pouring out of my mouth as I suck his fingers and gyrate my hips.
Now Parker pulls the fingers of his right hand out of my mouth, brings his left hand up to my tits again, and then just PUSHES his wet right hand down the front of my panties, his thumb resting on my stiff clit, two fingertips sliding into my slick depths.
And he RAMS his erection against me from behind, the force of his thrust pushing my mound up against his fingers, driving those fingers deep into my cunt, pushing my swollen clit against his firm thumb with startling force . . .
. . . and suddenly my eyes flick open and my mouth opens wide in a silent scream as I feel that orgasm ambush me with a goddamn FURY, and Parker is grunting now, his fingers working my cunt, his left hand supporting my quivering body as he pinches my tits, his tongue still hot and sticky against my cheek, his cock still hard and massive against my ass.
“Oh, shit!” I mutter as I gasp for air, still confused and surprised at how quickly this orgasm rolled through me. “Oh, SHIT, Chris!”
18
CHRIS
M y mouth is hanging open and I can feel drool on my lips as I stare in astonishment at the image of my Amy, her face contorted with ecstasy, her mouth twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The sight of Parker pulling up the front of her dress, sliding those fingers under the moist sides of her panties as my Amy sucked the fingers of his other hand like a little slut got me hard as a fucking rock, aroused as anything. But then when Parker pushed his hand down the front of my wife’s black panties, drove his fingers into my Amy’s sweet cunt like that . . . oh, my LORD I had to start unzipping.
And that’s when it happened. I must have glanced away from the screen for just a moment as I undid my belt, and I was startled by the sharp cry from Amy. And when I looked up she was fucking coming! Holy SHIT she was already coming!
Now I just stare as my Amy’s body thrashes in Parker’s hands as his fingers keep working her cunt under those panties. Her pussy is still hidden from me, and it is a HUGE turn-on to see the outline of another man’s fingers pulsating under the shiny wet cloth of those black panties. Oh, fuck, I can almost SMELL her sex now, TASTE her juice, FEEL her orgasm even as I stare at her whimper and convulse her way through that climax.
I am stunned, just fucking STUNNED. I mean, I’ve seen Amy have countless orgasms, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her on this computer screen, those thick, tattooed arms of Parker holding her close, her hips moving as he grinds his cock into her ass, her chest heaving as he pulls on her nipples, her pelvis jerking out grotesquely as this man—this man that I sent over—fingers her divine cunt
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