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I could feel the blood throbbing in my dick. I was becoming more uncomfortable every second. Angela spread her thighs and slid a finger down into the black forest that covered her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as one finger, and then two disappeared from sight. Click! Click! They shortly reappeared wet with her juices. She offered them to me. "Smell," she commanded. I brought them to my nose and rubbed the wetness on my upper lip. I could feel my precum leaking as my head swooned from her scent.She returned her hand to her cunt, this time parting her hair until she found the swollen clit. Holding her pussy lips apart with her left hand Angela stroked the nub with her right. Her breath was coming in gasps as her hips responded to the clitoral assault. Click! Click! Click! I couldn't take pictures fast enough. Her pussy was leaking so fast that the hair surrounding that magnificent hole glistened in the white office lights. I no longer needed her fingers under my nose to smell her. It tasted like pussy and sex. The thought of Amy came to my mind. Is that what she would taste like?Once I got John hard and partially awake, I climbed on top and straddled him. In a commanding voice I said, "come on you piece of shit, fuck me." As I slid John's dick in, his cum from before started leaking out. I had an idea.I said, "You feel that? You feel how wet and sloppy I am? That's your friend Kris. I've been fucking him in the next room. He stretched me out with his big man-sized cock and then he came in me. You like fucking his sloppy seconds?" We fucked for a few minutes while I taunted him until I finally came while screaming "Oh god Kris! You ruined me for me husband!"The next morning, I woke up horny again! I was dreaming that Kris was on top of me fucking hard. I had my legs wrapped around his back. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he plowed into the squishy mess between my thighs. I could smell his body as he bore down on me. I was horny as hell! I looked.
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