“Harder!” she urged. “Faster!” Felicia’s hands were on his buttocks, pulling him into her. Perspiration soaked his forehead as Ben tried his best to rise to his wife’s desires. It was never enough. “Harder! Faster!” Any faster and they’d have to call an ambulance. Besides, the speed at which he was going ensured that a premature conclusion was all but inevitable. With Felicia clawing at him, doing all she could to force h...

Two faces on the screen; the husband connected via a remote link, and his wife Pippa, propped up on my wife’s and my conjugal bed. “I need to be pumped full,” the woman whispered. “I really need to be pumped full of spunk.” She looked away from the camera, straight at me, where I stood with a raging erection. “Please fill me up with spunk. Please pump me full.” My wife let the camera roam, over Pippa’s gropeable breasts t...

“Look into the camera, doll, so your husband can see your eyes as you feast on my husband’s cock.” I watched the screen, seeing the man’s eyes widen at the sound of my wife’s voice and the close-up of his wife’s face, the flood of saliva that flowed from her mouth and swamped the bass of my cock as her throat protested at the way I held her down on me. Bold, lipsticked letters on Pippa’s forehead advertised, “HANDLE WITHO...