It seems that sex with me feels different and was a lot better than sex with her husband. She told me that I was only the second man to have sex with ...her.Just as I was about to cum in her, I asked her if she was on birth control. No, she was not but she didn’t want me to pull out either. So I thrust into her hard and deep and sent a squirt into her uterus. With each and every squirt I thrust just as hard into her. It was eight times with eight squirts. That was three more than I normally squirt. "Just let me stand here for a second or two." But Alison had barely exited the car when there came an all too familiar voice from next door."Mrs. Jones we need to talk about our conversation from this morning."Alison Jones just stood there the pain in her bottom for the moment forgotten. "Are you talking about those threats you made about informing Child Protective Services, Social Services and the Family Court about me, Mrs. Cresswell?" Indeed I am Mrs. Jones, indeed I am. In fact I have. Down to an unknown fate on Vulvador. Zeeta studied the terror in his eyes as he peeped over the hot chasm of her cunt, feeling his tongue dart and probe uncontrollably into the tight heat of her anus, the moment bringing her clitoris hard in triumph as she nursed it with a manicured finger, careful not to obscure his vision.Veen bucked at the bed, wanting to protest as he watched the shapely legs and arses in the tight black material while a third guard helped stow his more than vital battery. While he feasted on her tender young breast, his hand slid down her heaving abdomen and over her mound to her dewy slit. Amy bucked her hips at the touch of his hand on her sensitized pussy. "Ohhh!" she cried out as she tried to slam her thighs together and reject the intruder. "Keep those legs open, slut!" he said, slapping the insides of her thighs. "You keep those legs open or else," he repeated with another slap to her other thigh. Amy gasped as he slapped her tender thighs and spread her.