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the villa

... had one foot on the floor and one knee on the sofa, his power was immense. She clearly came more than once and the crowd cheered. W: He was big, you know. It was a very strange and intense feeling. He was longer than anyone I had ever had. When he pushed in, it seemed like I could feel it filling up my whole body, I could feel all my organs being re-arranged just to accommodate the thing, I swear I could feel him in the back of my throat. And the width of it! He was stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before (except for the k**s of course but that was different). And whilst I felt he was ripping me apart, I wanted more and I remember trying to push my hips up to help him drive deeper and harder... I was spasming all the time. I didn’t orgasm in the usual way I do building up slowly and then exploding at the last knocking. No this was a continuous burst of electricity firing off thunderbolts of pleasure throughout my body the whole time. Lights were flashing, sirens wailing, I just wanted it to go on forever. H: Wow, you never put it like that before. He was obviously a master of his art and was not about to finish too quickly. He varied his speed and even slowed to almost standstill more than once. Suddenly he did stop, withdrew totally, dragged her off the sofa and turned her round, bent her over and drove into her from behind. Her hair was covering her face, we couldn’t see her expression any more but we could hear her moans of pleasure and the ...

... profanities she uttered. And when he stopped for a moment she kept riding. He stood still and she kept impaling her sweet wet hole on his monster cock. Finally he clearly could not take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and drove into her repeatedly with a ferocity that made what went before seem gentle. His last three or four pushes were immense her head was crashing against the back of the sofa her arms had long since given way and he was violating her as if she was a rag doll. He exploded into her with a roar of triumph, his juice squirted deep inside her. He withdrew to much cheering. And the host brought him a glass of cold water. My wife collapsed on the sofa and was left to catch her breath. The host announced there would be a brief intermission while she recovered a bit and then he would announce when free to use and abuse her further in their own time. One after another the men took delight in having their way with her. On her back, from behind, on her side, they made her straddle them and ride them and she totally submitted to all their demands. She wanked and sucked them, but they all came inside her love hole. She was full of man juice, dripping and leaking it. The host would not permit her to wipe it up, the jizz would just have to leak out naturally or stay in her. The host’s wife took a turn with her kissing and fingering her and making my wife reciprocate. Watching my wife make our hostess come was a real unexpected treat. She seemed so at ease fingering the woman and ...