Me: I wonder why this cock can’t satisfy your wife? Don’t lick my asshole unless you are my dog.. (chuckled).Anand: I want to be your dog, my big ...booty mistress. Please let me worship this lovely fragrant asshole while my wife is getting her ass fucked by her lover.Me: Desire, Anand. It is all about desire. If you hadn’t lost the desire in your wife, it would have been you pounding your wife now.While Nisha was heard screaming at the top of her voice with pleasure, I was bumping my wet ass. John Martin, you’re the only man, other than my father and uncles, I’ve ever kissed more than once. Ever!”Then looking upward she said, “There. Now are You happy?”“You’re getting to be as bad as your mother, Samantha Conroy!” the Voice thundered. “Did you hear your fiancée, John Martin? If she gives Me this kind of flak, what chance do you have? Have you thought about that?”“As much as I’m capable of thinking about anything, Lord, when Sam’s in my arms,” Jack replied softly.“But You said it. Crystal asks quietly why I'm so tense, would I be more comfortable at a hotel? I nodded my head n simply said "oink". Crystal knew I was hers for the taking. I had already booked us a room... Not a cheap either, I got a penthouse by the ocean... I wanted it to bed special since she traveled all the way from Great Britain. Even got the finest champagne, Dom of course. She said, "wow hot tub n all, u didn't spare any expense. Actually, I didn't. I spent 1500 for my soulmate from overseas. As we. Glancing down, Martin could see her hot, slippery cuntlips sliding up and down over his glistening cock. The delicious feel of her hot pussy squeezing against his sensitive prick was sending wild jolts of pleasure streaking through his passion-bloated cock. Panting excitedly as he clutched her soft young asscheeks, Martin bounced her up and down at an even faster tempo."Oh, shit," she giggled when he lightly grazed the tip of his finger across her sensitive little asshole. "That feels.