Femdom BDSM Cuckold Sadomasochism Story – Sister Hong’s Husband and Wife – Part 4
I let Sister Hong bounce about ten times before starting to use my fingers to explore the other hole. Sure enough, Sister Hong had washed very cleanly. My middle finger, accompanied by saliva, began to thrust, faster and faster, then harder. Cường was still thrusting loudly. Sister Hong was being attacked by two holes at the same time and writhed,her mouth began to mumble something indistinct.
The asshole is different from the pussy; it doesn't have soft suction tubes but continuous muscle contractions. Its function is to push out, not suck in like the pussy, but because it wants to push out and I want to thrust in, it resists fiercely. The rings that want to push out have to squeeze in,unable to expel, it tightens even more, the cock is cramped, frustrated and never gives up, the tighter it squeezes, the more it thrusts, the more it squeezes, the more it breaks through, so horny, so horny... ahhhh...
I growled when I clearly felt Cuong's cock through a thin layer of skin rubbing against my own cock. Knowing his rhythm, I adjusted accordingly, thrusting my cock into his asshole whenever his cock thrust into my pussy.alternating, rhythmic, violent. The owner of the two holes had collapsed onto her husband's body at some point, her breasts pressing down, making Cuong unable to hold back any longer.
-Come... come...
I grabbed Sister Hong's hair so their two mouths could suck each other in the man's final moment of pleasure. Cuong closed his eyes tightly and let his arms and legs go limp. Seeing this, I didn't want to prolong it either.lifting Sister Hong, who was now completely exhausted. I thrust hard, shooting more into the hole that was already dripping with Cuong's semen. Sister Hong jerked up again, probably having another orgasm.
Cuong didn't hold a grudge about the blowjob and even rewarded me with a few hundred more. Truly, if you set aside the barriers of prejudice, group sex is incredibly pleasurable. I saw Hong affectionately kiss Cuong. In the mind of a 19-year-old boy, I could already distinguish between love and sex.
However, when I returned home and saw my girlfriend lying there waiting, I wondered how I would feel if another guy fucked her in front of me.
I realized I probably wouldn't be able to handle it, either because I wasn't as mature as Mr. Cuong, or because I felt I was still capable of making my girlfriend cum without anyone else's help.
But maybe someday, when my slutty wife (if I end up marrying someone like that) asks me to find a 19-year-old boy to "help" her, I probably won't refuse. That day will probably be about twenty years from now.
But for now, I didn't take off my shirt, I just pulled down the zipper, picked up the young schoolgirl, ripped off her bra, buried my face in her and lowered her hole down...
The girl, as always, let out a scream.
It was getting late at night in the dilapidated boarding house. No one would blame anyone for making noises like this. I could hear the sound of my thrusts flying out the window to the house across the way.
If I stopped thrusting, I would hear the breathing of the guy in the next room echoing over.
I think I'm getting a little distracted. Actually, what did I want to say? Never mind, I don't even know what I'm saying. Let me ask my girlfriend:
-Want more, baby? Then I suddenly realized that it was just a rhetorical question.
The asshole is different from the pussy; it doesn't have soft suction tubes but continuous muscle contractions. Its function is to push out, not suck in like the pussy, but because it wants to push out and I want to thrust in, it resists fiercely. The rings that want to push out have to squeeze in,unable to expel, it tightens even more, the cock is cramped, frustrated and never gives up, the tighter it squeezes, the more it thrusts, the more it squeezes, the more it breaks through, so horny, so horny... ahhhh...
I growled when I clearly felt Cuong's cock through a thin layer of skin rubbing against my own cock. Knowing his rhythm, I adjusted accordingly, thrusting my cock into his asshole whenever his cock thrust into my pussy.alternating, rhythmic, violent. The owner of the two holes had collapsed onto her husband's body at some point, her breasts pressing down, making Cuong unable to hold back any longer.
-Come... come...
I grabbed Sister Hong's hair so their two mouths could suck each other in the man's final moment of pleasure. Cuong closed his eyes tightly and let his arms and legs go limp. Seeing this, I didn't want to prolong it either.lifting Sister Hong, who was now completely exhausted. I thrust hard, shooting more into the hole that was already dripping with Cuong's semen. Sister Hong jerked up again, probably having another orgasm.
Cuong didn't hold a grudge about the blowjob and even rewarded me with a few hundred more. Truly, if you set aside the barriers of prejudice, group sex is incredibly pleasurable. I saw Hong affectionately kiss Cuong. In the mind of a 19-year-old boy, I could already distinguish between love and sex.
However, when I returned home and saw my girlfriend lying there waiting, I wondered how I would feel if another guy fucked her in front of me.
I realized I probably wouldn't be able to handle it, either because I wasn't as mature as Mr. Cuong, or because I felt I was still capable of making my girlfriend cum without anyone else's help.
But maybe someday, when my slutty wife (if I end up marrying someone like that) asks me to find a 19-year-old boy to "help" her, I probably won't refuse. That day will probably be about twenty years from now.
But for now, I didn't take off my shirt, I just pulled down the zipper, picked up the young schoolgirl, ripped off her bra, buried my face in her and lowered her hole down...
The girl, as always, let out a scream.
It was getting late at night in the dilapidated boarding house. No one would blame anyone for making noises like this. I could hear the sound of my thrusts flying out the window to the house across the way.
If I stopped thrusting, I would hear the breathing of the guy in the next room echoing over.
I think I'm getting a little distracted. Actually, what did I want to say? Never mind, I don't even know what I'm saying. Let me ask my girlfriend:
-Want more, baby? Then I suddenly realized that it was just a rhetorical question.