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Images Of Sin

... neck. It was erotic as hell, but buzzing sounded off in my head. The anger that I thought would kill me, merely made me see red. I swallowed the words that threatened to leap from my tongue, and just watched as she stood to claim my mouth in a kiss that sent shivers through my needy flesh. Coolness nipped at my warm, wet, needy flesh after John came up for air. He moved away from us as our kiss deepened. Natalie hungrily attacked my mouth; her teeth nipped at my lips and I mumbled, “More. I need more.” She pushed me onto the red satin, pressed her lips to my thigh, and pinched my swollen pussy in a manner that feverish goose bumps peppered my skin. I felt her mouth claim my pussy at the same time John’s cock filled my mouth; red hot flames engulfed me, and instantly I knew that that night would never be forgotten. Natalie fucked my pussy with her tongue, just as she did before with her man-made cock, and in conjunction with the rhythmic fucking that my mouth received, I was on the verge of a volcanic orgasm. I surrendered; my body erupted and I felt her lap at my pussy as if only I could quench her thirst. Trying to move, I found that I couldn’t, and I was shocked at the intensity of my climax. Doing my best to find my voice, I whispered, “Suck him, take…him…deep.” As my body cooled, my mind cleared, and a smidgen of jealousy crept inside while I watched my John be consumed by my lover. Tan fingers found their way to the curve of his ass; the contrast melted away the ...

... jealousy that I thought would never leave. My body began its lustful ascent to raging arousal when the image of her skilled mouth was engulfed by John’s thick muscle. I made my way to him, and whispered in his ear, “Do not climax, stay in control.” He gripped her hair and the slurping intensified tenfold. “I won’t,” he said breathlessly, “I want to fuck her!” Releasing her hair, John eased from her mouth, and pushed her down onto the floor. His manhood stood strong, and filled the air like a spear preparing for the kill. His body a study in controlled restraint, John bent to taste her nectar filled pussy. My moan was closer to a cry, my hand flew to my sex, and liquid heat filled my palm. I watched him please her with the tongue that brought me so much pleasure…so many climaxes, and all the while I wondered if she would squirm for him the way I did. Wanting to be close to the action, I made the move toward them. I wanted her mouth. Edging even closer, I fingered my sex and prepared to press my full wet pussy lips to her mouth. I did just that cautiously; I didn’t want to disrupt the flow my husband established as he fucked her. In the back of my mind, I took note of the seemingly ever-present click, click, click of the camera; she must’ve set it on an automatic timer. Image after image flooded my lust filled vision, each one more devastatingly provocative. I wanted the provocative, so as I eased myself down onto her mouth, I watched her tan skin perspire, and finally shake ...