Trish only looked around to see who was fucking her. It really didn’t mater because we were all going to fuck her…and…I think she knew it.My coc...k slammed into her fast and furiously until I unloaded a torrent of cum into her. One guy took my place and Trish never turned around, she just kept tongue fucking that woman in front of her. One by one the men fucked Trish while the rest of us took pictures of her getting fucked.I was in heave…my wife would not have posed for the other men…only for me.. I then slid my hands out and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as far apart as I possibly could, and began a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts; pull back, hold, then in hard. My fuck-toy was liking it, holding her own nipples, and began crying out each time I ‘bottomed’ inside her.It felt incredible to be in complete control of this MILF, even if she didn’t want it to be that way, but reality is I wasn’t going to be able to go much longer. I could feel ‘the wave’ building in me again, so I. My cries are muffled. I can barely hear myself as the blood rushes to my ears. He spins me back around and latches onto my breasts. He bit’s and gropes at my bare chest. His hands slid down my naked body. His hand reaches my dripping pussy. I’m still contorting myself, trying desperately to buck him off me. It’s too late. His hand rest’s against my soaking cleft and the bucking start’s stimulating my bud. He strokes his hand against my movements and I became aroused and attempt to tell him to. The party girls would be in fancy dress and theguests in formal clothes and Fiona had selected a devil theme for me.Everything was in a bright scarlet and I picked up a tiny pair of brightred panties and drew them up my legs. I would never get tired of thisfeeling, I thought, as I pulled them tight to cup my cock and balls. Itmade me quiver inside. There was a short tutu skirt which barely covered my panties and I knewwould show everything I had if I bent over. I tightened it around mywaist and.