“I am the Istandar of Hizzithya!” she hissed.“And yet you’re working that juicy cunt on my cock,” I groaned. “You’re just a whore for my... cock. You could have killed me, but your hot snatch just itched to be fucked.”My hips thrust forward, slamming my cock deeper into her pussy. I squeezed her breast hard with my right hand as I fucked her. She shuddered, her coils squeezing and relaxing on me as she let out a hiss of pleasure.“If I choose to use your cock, then you should feel honored that I. With disbelief I backed out of the living room, almost tripping over my own feet. I snuck out of the house and got back into the car and drove off. I drove around for a hour thinking of that big cock inside my husbands little ass, I had never thought of John as a mucho man, but this was something I had to see to believe. I had never noticed that John had shaved his ass and legs, my husband was another mans bitch. I drove around a while longer before seeing a adult book store, and in that. The abdominal muscles cramped in his body, his buttocks spasmed and I could easily guess that he was flooding her with his seed fertilizing her womb for the second time in 24 hours. He slumped over he totally spent but still attached and they slept like that.I gave myself a break. I was so heated up that I realised I would have to meet my colleague Rani for a good fuck but not before I watched all that was to transpire in the filthy servant shed. When I went back to my console I could see that. By the time I climbed into bed, having dealt with my clothes and taken a quick shower (and written down the number), Jason was just finishing a recorded TV show. Five minutes later, the TV was off and the lights were out. I reached out to touch his hip and accidentally touched his cock. He turned away. “Look, honey,” I said, “I don’t understand, but I get that you don’t want to have sex anymore. I feel bad about it and I know you don’t want to talk about it and I love you, but I’m, I don’t.