I watched her heart-shaped ass sway as she walked upstairs. I leaned in, draping myself across her back as I fucked her and we kissed. Indian Sex I pictured the young doctor with his square jaw and boyish good looks, bending my wife over the exam table and lifting up her hospital gown and just plowing into her, the wanton look my wife would get as she slammed her hips back into him, begging him to cum in her married cunt. Show me how a real man fucks a woman!”
Even after we left the Best Buy, and were freed from the weird, inhibition-numbing effect of the gas, I could remember those words and how much they boosted my ego. “Reverse cowgirl, nice!” the guy moaned as his cock was engulfed in my wife’s pussy. She reached down, guiding the cock inside her hole, wet with another man’s cum. And the man was getting bold, too. Both of them were panting so loudly they drowned out the slapping noise my hand made against my groin as I furiously jacked off my cock.
