I picked up the pace on Mr Donnelly’s cock. 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 pussy 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 tits and started rubbing my clit. I could feel Mr Donnelly’s cock with the tip of my finger as he slid in and out of my hungry cunt.

Mrs Donnelly came first....