"You think I'm a whore, baby?" I cooed, feeling a hot bolt of ecstasy run through me from head to toe. "Is your wife a slut? Taste me, Donnie -- eat my whore cunt! Taste my pussy -- taste it, you bastard." I undulated my crotch against his mouth and was rewarded by the sensation of my husband's tongue doing what it had so rarely done in the past -- made love to my cunt. He noisily slurped and lapped at my hot, slick, jism-slimed pussy while I happily rode his face.

I let him eat me for a few minutes and then gathered my control enough to moan, "You...