Cuckolds brownie, fuck,.....this is what you wanted,......oh.........oh........ right, hon, right, this is it......., your, your......oh fuck......you...r fantasy?"Imagine him turning to you and grinning, ordering, "Answer your wife," as he finally gets his whole rod buried deep within your bride's ass. Imagine muttering, "Yes, yes, this is what I wanted" as the Master begins to slide his man's meat in and out of your beloved's virgin ass as her moans of passion fill the room, now just a willing. "No," Angie said.He stared at her. "No, what?" You were in that position the other time you masturbated for me in here. And you were sitting up on my bed the last time, when you jerked off in my room. How about picking a different position?"Groaning, Vic rolled over to lie flat on his back, his long prick standing straight up, pointed at the ceiling."That's better. Thank you." It's more awkward this way," Vic said. "It's hard to hold the magazine up where I can see. My arm gets tired." Then cum. My hand slid between her legs and she tried to close them. It was a game we played, going back to when we weren’t legal. Her mom promised to put her in a convent if she didn’t stay pure until she was eighteen, so we teased each other. ‘You don’t have to torture. I did come here willingly.’ I ran my hand under her shirt and unclipped her bra as I turned the tight body over in my arms. My lips found hers and our tongues fought. ‘You really are a good for nothing bastard. I don’t know why I am. I move my tongue up over the head of your cock, I swirl it around and lean back letting your hardness ease itself into my mouth. I let out a moan as your salty precum wets my appetite for what’s about to come. Just as you cup the back of my head in your hands, I work myself down your cock and slowly start to fuck you with my wet, warm mouth. Impaling myself on you, I try to swallow the head of your cock down my throat as best as I can, but I gag in the process. “That’s it bitch,” you moan,.