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"NEXT!"

My coffee-colored nipples hardened on olive mounds. I palmed both, kneading my heavy breasts. My nipples tingled for a touch. I wanted him to pinch them to painful peaks but he was busy. His cock was working hard to destroy my tightness.

In the cheap motel, free to scream, I obnoxiously moaned from the hard thrusts he hastily delivered. His breath blew a ragged note across my cheek and I to his.

"Oooh.. Just like that," I purred, locking my ankles around his ass.

"Uh, ugh, uhh," came his response

The man was an Asian dream boat with a thin mustache. He swiveled his hips, pushing on with a throaty grunt. He pulled out and pushed my head down, smearing his seed across my chin. His grunts came in sync with his fap as he rolled his tip across my lips.

"Lick it clean," he breathlessly murmured.

"NEXT!"

Slump-shouldered, he took his leave and an older white gentleman appeared at my side.

"Look at that," he beamed, revealing a pearl-white set of false teeth.

Belly flopping onto the mattress, he looked at me like a meal to devour. He tossed my leg to the side, hunching to taste my sticky cunt.

My eyes drifted toward my husband, standing like a statue at my side. He wasn't happy about this. I saw the envious rage thumping across his temple in a vein threatening to pop.

Despite his irritation, he was hard as a rock. His cock teasingly swiped across my cheek. Gleefully, I shifted to take him into my mouth but couldn't provide a suction as the ...

... stranger nibbled my clit.

My vibrating Hmms and Mms buzzed across his tip as I suckled, flicking my tongue around his mushroom head. He enjoyed the tease. I could feel his balls tightening in my palm.

"Ooh, It feels so good," I confessed to his dismay.

Grasping my hair, he led his shaft into my throat, "Don't you dare cum," he murmured, nudging my head down until my nose touched his pubes.

Grudgingly, he fucked my mouth and I tried to fight my reflexes. I failed and flew backward to gasp for air. I bet I looked a mess as I spit out the phlegm and let it roll down my stomach. I was feining for an orgasm and lifted my knees toward my chest.

This man, despite my struggle, rewarded my defeat with lip sweeps over my pink button, wielding his tongue to polish my opening.

"Don't you fucking cum," my husband glared.

With clenched thighs, I groaned in agony. My orgasm was coming to a head and I dropped down. My eyes and cheeks held a redness from the tingly need to release.

"Uh, Ooh!" A gush of fluid I had reserved to lube the next cock poured from my opening and I saw the anger flash over my husband's face before his palm came down to grasp my wispy hair. I was a mess with strands sticking against my flushed cheeks.

"Fuck this, slut," my husband sneered toward the man, "Get up. This isn't a cuck buffet, use this useless bitch!"

Dazed from his order, the man lifted to mount me. He entered with a few thin inches, shoving to the hilt. His mixed strokes were ...