“Oh noooo!”The camera closed in as his mouth pressed on her opening his tongue licking slurping pressing into her. Lara arched her back mouth open... in a wailing pout tits almost busting from fabric.She raised her voice to high indignant tones telling him to stop, but she wasn’t at school now. This thug was some type off old CIA operative now working way off the radar eking out a living and satisfying his lust in some sordid underground business.His slurping noises filled the room and the other. Whenever we talked business it seemed as though everything we proposed was fine with him, just as long as I was on the account. He was firm about that.At one point Sandra slipped me a number and whispered in my ear, "It's a service I use. They will page me directly and only me. Just tell the service your name. They'll take it from there. You should call me tonight. I'd like to get better acquainted. It doesn't look like your wife will be up to anything but sleeping it off." You don't know how. "I can't fucking believe this!" I whined, realizing I don’t have any other options. "Fuck it, ok, I'll do it," I agreed laying down on my back.My wife climbed on top of my and lowered herself down onto my cock. Her pussy was gushing wet and sticky. I could feel Jamal's cum coating my cock as I slid into my wife."How does my pussy feel?" my wife asked, looking down at me."It feels so wet and sloppy and loose," I moaned, finally feeling my wife's used pussy around my cock.“I’m glad it feels good. She gagged a bit, and saliva seeped from the corner of her mouth. I wasn’t looking for deep throating so stopped pushing, and just let her lick up and down the length of me. As she licked and sucked at the head of my prick and stroked my shaft with her soft hands, I could feel my load building up in my balls - a few more sucks and strokes and I knew I would be spurting.Should I let her know I was near to coming, or should I just jet my fluid down her unsuspecting throat? I wasn’t sure of the.