Suddenly as I dipped my finger back inside, I felt a wave of warm wetness and Marie tensed up and she cried out, her legs clamped together on my hand ...and I could feel her insides squeezing my finger in pulses. She shook over and over crying out, I felt liquid leaking out across my palm and down between her legs, soaking the couch cushion, after multiple waves she sighed and then fell back. Her breathing was extremely labored but she had a smile on her face of pure euphoria. She looked down at. But it wasn’t working. ‘Don’t do it,’ she repeated, clearly enjoying my torment. ‘Please,’ I begged. ‘Please, Della, I can’t help it. Please I need to cum.’ ‘Don’t.’ ‘Della, please! Please, please let me cum! Please, Della, please!’ She smiled and I knew I’d chosen the right words that time. She shoved her finger deep into my cunt and pressed the vibrator down even harder, still not saying anything. My breath was shallow, and I just kept begging her, pleading with her to let me cum. I was. He was up a tree and was cutting the branches before he saw the show inside. Mike didn’t think to close the curtains because he was on the second floor. He didn’t mind another viewer though.The older man outside had pulled out a phone and was filming the events. Morgan and Jon had no idea as they continued to fuck and moan. Mike focused his attention back to the two in time to watch Jon tense up and cum inside of Morgan. She moan and had a face of full of pleasure. She had to be. She said she doesnt want other guys and i said i never would accept another guy. For me of course it is complete bullshit! I always phantasised about other guys fucking her and she just needed to ask one time for another cock and i would not be able to say no. I would directly come with my ideas to put an advert on the web with sexy photos of her. Then we would check the potential lovers together and choose one for a cup of coffe aso. My plan for realising the act of sharing her was ready, she.