He was very embarrassed, said he had got the wrong bedroom. Sex video “You stink of cum,” he noted cheerfully. John though sat rigid, he ignored the hand I sent questing over one of his thighs. John did not move, I stepped up to him and started on the buttons of his shirt, but he grabbed my wrists, rather hard. I doubted Mike would allow much sleeping. “It is just not right, I love my wife.”
I stared at him in disbelief, then stood up, shaking with humiliation, picked up my dress. He wanted screams and he got them, his hips bucked wildly, punching mine down into the mattress, when my nipples were numbed by bites he burned hickeys into my throat until I howled. I felt my eyes roll back as he jammed into me with brute force, determined and intentionally forcing his prick into my channel, tearing it open to receive him. I heeled the door
