Char had recovered and was watching, fascinated. When I raised up, leaving two fingers in her tight ass and using the other hand to try and undo my pa...nts, Char took over. She slid down to the floor beside me and pulled my pants down, freeing my cock and sliding her hand up and down the shaft.Then, surprising me, she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth, getting it nice and slick.“Do it, Wayne. I want to see you fuck her. This is soooo fucking hot!” she panted, pushing on my back,. I stopped.Her eyes opened, "Why did you stop?" From under here, I can only do so much. I need you to take over for me, Janie." What do I do?" Lift off me, then drop back down. You're the engine, go slow or fast ... I don't care."She moved up, causing me to slide out a bit, then dropped."I like this ... I really like this," she said doing it again and again. She was beginning to get a nice rhythm. She was looking down to make sure we didn't disconnect."What we're doing is called the 'Cowboy'. My legs were spread wide and shaking like I was on d**gs. I grunted like a pregnant bitch in labour and moaned He read my orgasm perfectly. He didn’t stop. He was right back in me and continued to fuck me like a champ. I gushed again and again and again until we were fucking in a pool of hot slutty pussy soup that was my mattress. My throat was beginning to become hoarse…partly from the throat **** I endured earlier, partly from the incessant moaning and screaming. He fucked me in every. This is why Marlene –this was her name- deserved to be sexually abused. He figured out Darlene would give up the instant Mark began to fuck her as hell, falling in his hands to get the woman until completely satisfied and certain she was fulfilled; no need to turn to another motherfucker. Mark and Darlene agreed on his getting first there, and would wait in the hotel room, until Darlene's arrival, and they also made their point in having this encounter in complete darknes: .