Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from behind, her jeans bunched up around her ankles. Was she sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide ...and the guy plunging into her married cunt, hammering away at my darling wife's pussy. Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits. “Hmm, you feel so good,” my wife moaned. “Harder!” “There's someone in the next stall,” the guy protested. “Let him hear. I bet he. Hurting her with one breath and then rubbing her legs as he had the night before, the gentle touch of his tongue and the tips of his fingers on her face and in her hair. It was all too much, so she just lay there waiting, trying to relieve the pressure on her shoulders and the tingling numbness in her fingers. Meanwhile, Josh had leaned back into the bathroom, grabbing his bag, and walked over to put it back on top of the dresser, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Last night in his. He opened it and ushered her in. It was a small sitting room. It wasn’t overly fancy or big. A table, water cooler, TV and couch were all that occupied it. A door opposite the room was open. The lights were out but she could clearly see the toilet and hand washing sink. She went in and closed the door. She didn’t need to use the bathroom but she did anyway. It didn’t take her but a second to wash the gel off. The tingling was finally fading away. Her nerves were walking a tight wire. It. He leaned back in his seat, wriggled himself comfortable and fastened his hungry eyes on the scene before him. Jesus H. Jehosaphat, it was gonna be a real gasser.Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down. Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a truly sensual.