He stopped when the full length of his phallus was sunk in her hole. Her wet walls felt like a second skin.
The head burrowed blindly against the end of her v****a. He paused while his balls spasmed on the verge of an orgasm, waited until the pulsations died away and he slipped back from the brink of a climax.
"He's in me, Graham," Ann announced. "He's stuffing me with his big prick."
Paul had the feeling that her comments were more to remind him of the watching husband than to taunt Graham. Paul drew his prick out of the velvety sheath and then forced it back in. His body hit Ann's. There was a sticky slapping sound as her over-stimulated tissues met his hard groin.
Lowering himself onto her, he crushed her into the couch. He humped his c**k in and out of her t**t, feeling his nerves
