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Magazine Magic And The Bath Video Mistake

... mount your monster. Then you get to fuck me like a cheap whore and make me cum again.”

“Susie, I felt your rush of fluid. It was so erotic and had a pleasant flavor. I got to see you squirt! It splashed out of your fantastic, smooth cunt!”

She slid down and shared a sloppy, juicy kiss.

“I love sharing my cum with you!”

Grabbing my cock like a saddle horn, she filled her vagina with my raging glory.

She rode me like one of her horses, pumping up and down, working for her unfulfilled second orgasm. She continued slamming down on my cock, sending it to new, unchartered depths of her vagina, crashing into her cervix. She was on an orgasmic mission. Her fingers molested the hood of her clitoris. She could not stop until she was satisfied. Her pussy was like a velvet sleeve and squeezed my cock, urging it to release my cum. As she approached her climax, her vaginal muscles clamped down, forcing me to join her in orgasmic relief. It was not long before I filled her pussy with my seed. She exploded right on schedule, cumming a second time.

“Do you want me to clean up my cum in your pussy? A gentleman never leaves a mess!”

“ Oh yes, please! But I get to help! I will move up and sit on your face, but you have to share all the goodies you eat!”

After multiple kisses, and Sue pushing my cum out of her vagina, our loving tongue probes had things nice and clean. I turned off the lamp and was a happy camper.

If someone had told me our sexual relationship would ...

... have progressed this far so quickly and that a men’s magazine would play a pivotal role I would have said they were crazy. What a fabulous life.

I just could not leave things well enough alone. I had to push the envelope. I was addicted to voyeurism. Two days later Sue was back in the bathtub, Penthouse in hand. I had gotten lazy and arrived late but still decided to video. She had been soaking for quite a while when I pointed the cam. Unfortunately, my luck ran out. My timing was off. Sue turned when she dropped the magazine and saw me. She gave me a disgusted look and yelled, “What are you doing!”

I mumbled something about checking the cam battery, but she said, “Don’t lie. I saw the red recording light. Get out of my bathroom and leave the camcorder.”

I backed up quickly, switching out the voyeur cassette with a new blank one. Trying to cover my tracks, I took a quick shot, videoing the bathroom with the replacement cassette, hoping she would believe that was all I had recorded. I set down the camera and quickly left with the original tape.

At dinner, after a long uneasy silence, she said she was extremely disappointed in me and not to ever secretly video her again. Then the dam broke and she let her emotions explode.

“What were you thinking? I deserve some private, intimate time. My bathroom is my safe zone. I thought things were going so well. It is not like we have not been sexually active and adventurous. We have done all sorts of consensual sexual acts far ...