Her face turns away from hubby at first. Scott nudges his huge cock inside her. A faint gasp is heard. Now she can't hide her moans. She pumps to meet his thrusts. Wet sounds echo. This is not clinical. This is lust. She stares up at Scott as he pumps harder. Her hands squeeze his firm butt, forcing him deeper. She flails uncontrollably. Tries to restrain her ecstasy. Fails. Scott groans. Pumps virile sperm deep inside. H...

I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of sperm springs loose and begins to ooze down my vaginal canal, I actually giggle to myself and proceed to push my muscular, tanned thighs together under my leather mini-dress. “Whoops!” I fe...

So this was the office Hallowe'en Pumpkin Party she was obligated to attend. No spouses. Dressed like that, no wonder the disguised male coworkers flock around her. I squeeze in, and quip that she looks very "horny" in the devil horns and body-hugging devil suit. "You've no idea!" she whispers, her hand sliding from my shoulder to my bicep, "Care to dance with the devil, Batman?" I grunt huskily as I explode into her mout...