ck him but my pussy was sure hungry for something thicker inside of her. A little grinding would have to do until I could get home to my vibrator, I told myself. I was totally staining hi

d a sudden revelation: with a shock I realized that he felt a lot more fo

of her own. So did his hands. Holding my cheeks apart he slipped a naughty finger into my forbidden passage, now well

ing up at attention, unbending while it supported nearly half of my weight. I had totally slimed the front of his pants, so much so that his crown was actually able

, unable to get them off fast enough. I was starving to taste that beautiful phallus that responded to my body so faithfully, just as he had shown me in Gayle's bathroom two months ago and just as I had felt pu

t I didn't let that stop me. I swirled my tongue around the pulsing knob of his swollen shaft between bobs. With each descent I could smell the intoxicating musk of his manliness and inhaled it deeply. I savore

." It was my way of telling him not to hold back, to take all the pleasure he could from my mouth because that was the only orifice of mine

to wipe that cocky grin off of his face, but I could

pulling my lips off of him.

g his pants and boxers. Off flew his shirt next and suddenly he stood there naked before me, every stitch of hi

nto his bedroom then released my hand as he crawled to the middle of his king-sized bed and sat, his back propped up against the massive carved wood head

positioned me with my head in his lap and my ass up in the air, facing out toward his balcony glass doors. My skirt was lifted back up around my waist, exposing my still slimy holes to th

ght hand I cupped his balls and gently squeezed them while I sucked, eager to taste the milky contents inside. He groaned, then gently began to gyrate his hips up toward my face. Then he withdrew his finger and it was my turn to

into my pussy while his forefinger slid into my ass. I moaned again, and this time for all the right reasons. Then his ring finger join

r the world to see, getting finger fucked in both holes, and my head pushed down in Akai's lap with my mouth full of a dick that did not belong to my husband. Between my own slurps on his tool I

ression of pure adoration and affection, periodically tempered with a look of raw lust every time I took his cock to the back of my throat and tried to force it past my tonsils. He didn

one in our lover's heart. For Akai and I, this was the central issue in the tension between us. At the heart of our affair was his objectification of my ass -- something I initially loathed and was the source of 18 years of humiliation and shame. As much as I c

e additional contact and showed my appreciation by moving my mouth down to his heavy balls to suck up all of my drool that ran down his shaft. I lovingly sucked each t

d which I was more than happy to accept from him, but again Akai surprised me. He pulled my mouth completely off his cock and turned my head to face him. A stringy line of his precum, shiny like spider silk in the morning sun, hung from my

st as hungrily as his sought mine. I continued stroking him while I chewed on his succulent bottom lip as his fingers began to work f

the sensations coming from my lower half and struggled to suppress my gag reflex on my next pass, successfully taking an additional inch. I was close to cumming and I wanted to taste him when I did. Akai groaned

e was past that point of no return. Right before I could join him he ripped his fingers out of my holes, denying me my joint orgasm. I tried to pull my mouth off of him to voice my protest but he was quicker than me. His left hand took a tight grip of my hai

irs. Panicking, my throat started involuntary contractions, trying desperately to swallow the thing obstructing my airway. The