I picked up the pace on Mr Donnelly’s c**k. Despite having his face buried in his wife’s wet cunt he kept moving his hips, meeting my slams with thrusts of his own. We kept moving faster, matching each other’s pace, stroke by stroke. I could feel my p***y juices dripping down on his groin and balls. He was as slippery as I was, making me slide faster and faster. I soon let go of one of Mrs Donnelly’s t**s and started rubbing my c**t. I could feel Mr Donnelly’s c**k with the tip of my finger as he slid in and out of my hungry cunt.
Mrs Donnelly came first. With a scream she let go of my t**s and grinded her cunt all over her husband’s face. Her wonderful orgasm was all I needed to go over the hill and I moaned out loud as I felt my cunt contracting around Mr Donnelly’s f**k meat. My second
