The mental anticipation I experience leading up to her fucking. The numerous images I jack off too of hotwives being fucked and satisfied by their st...rong virile alpha lovers. Their facial and bodily expressions and pure euphoria they feel while being penetrated by a satisfying cock. You can’t forget the initial deep breath when she first allows his entry into her either. That’s cock hardening within itself. But I have to say the most sexual and erotic moment of sharing my wife, for me, is. We could be identical twins physically but we could not be more different from each other in our tastes. Despite our differences we got along, especially when we were by ourselves. She liked to tickle me, because she knew how sensitive I was on my ribs and under my arms. Tickling was a game that made us relax and be intimate without crossing the barriers of the unacceptable. Did I want more? It's hard to say. All I knew was that I enjoyed her touch, her knowing fingers looking for the right. I might have overdone it with Jeff, I was thinking to myself. But he'd been so sweet, I couldn't refuse him! And he felt so good in my mouth or my rear!"Andrea dear," Monica said. "Try to walk a bit more respectably. You are the very image of a well-fucked woman. Ben's just gone off at a business meeting in Detroit now, but I hope he gave Jeff a handsome bonus before he left. Obviously he was worth every penny."I was shocked! But also a little depressed! "Jeff was a prostitute? He did it for. I wanted to mastuburate in Pooja’s mouth in my imagination. I cried from out side “did jaldi nekalo na mujhe bhi nahana hai”, she told that she want to wash some clothes. I insisted that I have to take a bath and it’s getting late. So she came out. She was looking amazing. She was wet from up and down her hair was on her face her pink lips was wet with dew of water. She came out wearing a white kurta n a 3-4th pajama. Due to transparency I started staring at her boobs. I have never done so. She.