Jess sucked and pumped for several more minutes before Paul climaxed. In the complete opposite of Andre, Paul showed very little expression at all. I ...only knew he’d cum by the way Jess’ head jerked back and the fact that I could see her throat as she swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed. The fucking guy must have dumped a gallon of cum into my wife’s stomach.In the end, Jess pulled off, unable to take any more. I think that was a first for her.Paul was right at the end of his orgasm so only. Damon pulled up just as I was getting out of my car. I laughed slightly when I saw his ride. He promptly got out of his old school nineteen ninety something black Chevy Caprice that happened to be sitting on large chrome rims. I’d guess them to be twenty-two’s. He definitely was riding in a stereotypical “hustla’s” or “dope boy’s” ride.I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as. At this point, I was feeling just a bit left out. I was the one who got her ready to be fucked in the first place and it’s Bob whose dick was buried in her tight pussy. But, before she started to fuck Bob, she told me to look into her purse. She had a tube of KY in there just for this moment. While sitting on Bob’s cock, Julie again reached her hands behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass while Bob supported her by the shoulders. I took the hint and dabbed an ample amount of the lubricant. My hands reach up and cradle Nathalie’s face and we continue to kiss. A long, deep tongue exploring kiss as sweat is still drip off of us. The moans murmuring from Nat tell me that she is as horny as I am. My left hand slips down and touches her breast. Her nipples are hard and I can feel it through her sports bra. Her hand is starting down my body also and she is rubbing my chest as she has lifted my t-shirt up. I pull her bra up and I’m lightly pinching her nipple. “Oh my God” I hear from.