He often put me down, complaining about my sexual efforts or my appearance to make me feel insecure. I never contemplated breaking up with him, his in...sults kept me feeling low in self confidence, convincing me Harry was my best option. Whenever we fought he made me think it was my fault and so I never blamed him. I became submissive, always giving into his demands without question. Except for one thing. Paul. I could not give him up. I stopped seeing him with the group as Harry insisted, but. I felt my cock jerk with the visual stimulation and she must have noticed calling out “TEN”.She moved away and covered up, kneeling next to me and I heard “NINE”. I didn’t know if I’d make it to one at this rate so I slowed a bit but still kept my stroking constant. I kept it up and when she go to “THREE” I knew I could match pace with her. I was peeking into her gaping gown at those pierced nipples and so she roughly turned my head to catch the impending explosion from my balls. At “TWO” she. The wardrobe turned out to be very simple. Karen helped her out of her own clothes and then took a hanger off the rack. The clothes Angel was to wear consisted of a white pair of t-back panties and a small white vest. The vest was just long enough to cover her breasts — barely — and only had one button to close it. ‘Let’s get your panties off then,’ Karen told her as she hooked her thumbs in Angel’s waistband. Angel thought it was a little odd that the woman was touching her so personally,. Her hips bucked to meet each thrust. I could see Tyrone's huge swollen cock gleaming with my wife's love juices as it pulled out and reentered Val's well lubricated vagina over and over again. Her labia seemed to tremble and pout spasmodically, puckering around the gruff and relentless ramrod that was Tyrone's big black dick."On your hands and knees, bitch!"She complied quickly. He gave her butt a quick spank.Grasping my wife's supple buttocks by the thick, he spread her cheeks wide. Dark eyes.