She spread her juices, coating her tight pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff; “I want you to fuck me!” She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back... to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his hard cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the other she held Jeff’s cock and rubbed the head against her wet slit, coating it with her juices. “Give me that cock now”. Even with lube, it’s hard to slide my cock into Betsy’s cunt. It takes a while to. ” Mina struggles furiously to relieve herself of my weight, I hold her down as my hands begin to roam over her body. " John, stop," she sobs. I ignore her pleas, my hands roughly explore her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. " No!" she wails as I shove two fingers back into her tight pussy. She grabs my wrist with both her hands and tries to push my hand away, I continue my rough assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasps as she feels me slide a third. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. They are horny. They may be infatuated with each other, or they may actually simply be drawn together by raging hormones, but they are definitely not in love! People, I have learned, do not begin to be in love until they have lived together for many years, until they know that person as the back of their own hand, until they can think like the other, anticipate the other, and acknowledge that life would be miserable to live without the other. If they never feel that way, then they are just good.