Gogi: Chalo mummy kaha kho gayi.Jaise jaise Roshan Gogi ko nehlane ki liye chua Gogi ka lund bada ho raha tha. Par usse kuch samajh nahi raha tha. Aur... Roshan bhi thodi garam ho gayi thi.Gogi: Mummy yeh ase bada kyu ho raha hai apne aap?Roshan (thoda hichkichate): Beta yeh umar mein asa hee hota hai ab tu bada ho gaya na isliye.Gogi: Par mummy phir ase rehta hai na toh bohot tight tight lagta hai andar aur phir dard karta hai.Roshan ko pata chal gaya ki abhi Gogi ne hilana chalu nahi kiya aur. The best thing is that, although the initial burst is over all too briefly, the tail keeps on giving, sometimes for hours. I can drift afterwards, even while performing mundane tasks like shopping, re-living the moment of climax to a lesser extent many times over. But there was nothing mundane about our most recent act. My insides were alive, despite being emotionally drained from the climax. I wanted more, my inner slut energised. More bucking, more spanking, more unrestrained cries, more. I walked out of the room. The rush had begun. The high was roughly ten steps in front of me. I was zoned in. There was nothing else in the world except my wife and her lover horizontal on our couch. I focused on the target as the endorphins released. I could see Mark’s cock was still inside her. “Why don’t you come over and kneel next to us,” My wife suggested as she reached for my hand. I did as she requested, kneeling next to her and her lover. Mark’s cock was sliding in and out slowly. It was incredible and I was so turned on I got dizzy as the other guy throat fucked me until I gagged. After the fucking slowed down, they switched placed and the guy I was sucking asked me how much extra it would be if he could throat fuck me so hard that I would throw up on his cock. I told him an extra $100 would be enough. He agreed and I knew I was in for some hurt because he rammed his cock down my throat while holding my nose. After only a minute or so, tears started to run from my eyes.