I loved cunt, but also who had it, I like the woman I fucked and not simply the cunt I fucked, and therein is a great difference. I recollect even now... to a degree which astonishes me, the face, color, stature, thighs, backside, and sung of well nigh every woman I have had, who was not a mere casual, and even of some who were. The clothes they wore, the houses and rooms in which I had them, were before me mentally as I wrote, the way the bed and furniture were placed, the side of the room the. They all seemed to be similar to the two couples we had already met, with the exception that two of the couples were clearly vice-versa: the women were clearly in charge and the men that they were with were wearing collars and leashes. I would have just stood there taking it all in, but Matt’s tug on the collar alerted me to his desire to move on. He led us to another door in the room which led to a short hall. Two bead-covered doorways led to rooms off the hall and a staircase at the end of. He kept plowing her furrow, eachtime he slammed into her she crested another wave ofher orgasm.He started making noise, his cock was swelling, hisuncut head would almost peek out and the drive backinto her cervix. Then another one of the guys reachedup and twisted his nipples while his wife licked oneear and that was it: his cock started pumping creaminto my wife. We had worked this out, too. The first guy was to keepfucking, spurting his semen throughout the length ofher vagina, making is. Underwater, my knee shot up into her crotch and rubbed her cunt.Embracing me, Emma continued to lather my body. I felt like a naked woman who had popped out of a real birthday cake.Eventually the foam was so thick that my body slipped against Emma's. Gradually my knee fell out of her crotch, as my hips replaced it. Soon the points of our pelvises were scraping."Rub your pussy against mine," Emma broke our kiss to fervently plead. "I can't wait to feel those big lips against my cunt."Even though.