She let out a sigh of relief, moaning at the feel of my breath on her nipple. While I had control of her, I knew exactly how to make her rise. She nee...ded to be teased into it, and then destroyed. My fingers grazed the flesh of her chest, tracing the shape of her torso. I kissed every inch of her exposed body, getting a slight moan from each touch, each kiss, each motion. Next was the denim. I began by unzipping the jeans, giving her room to wiggle that fabulous butt, moving the jeans down. I had seen how wet Michaels finger had been and knew she was not going to delay proceedings much longer. He kissed her mouth, he kissed her tits and he fingered her wet cunt some more but he had absolutely no idea what to do next. Cherry moved her ass to the edge of the sofa and asked Michael to straighten up. When he was upright she told him to watch what she did with his cock and let her guide him. Michael was on his knees between my wife's legs looking down as she too hold of his. Soon I wasn’t even protesting anymore if he didn’t just let me suck his cock in my way, but instead face fucked me aggressively, or if anal sex with me wasn’t always gentle but often involved him plunging his cock forcefully into my asshole (what he always referred to as some variant of ‘pussy’: my ‘boi-pussy’ or ‘sissy-pussy’ or ‘ass-pussy’). I let him spank my ass, both lightly in appreciation or repeatedly and severely in punishment. And I stopped arguing with him when he called me a. And there’ll be no other fuck buddies, till we’re done.”“And would that go for both of us?”Straightening up and coming around her desk, he shrugged and said, “Of course, I’ve got no one in my life right now, or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”And before she realized what he was about to do, he picked her up around the waist, effortlessly lifted her off her feet and pressed his lips to hers. Pulling back, smiling into her eyes, he said, “Just wanted to seal the deal.” Anxiously.