Taste Of Sin

I panted and moan out loud, forgetting all about our sleeping spectator. Zak pinched my nipples hard with his fingers while my breast bounced up and down to the same rhythm of him fucking me. His cock was hot without a condom inside of me and it was turning me on more than usual. Every thrust hit my sensitive spot deep inside and I felt like cumming again real soon. We were both panting and my body was slick with sweat.

“I’m gonna cum ... Zak...” I moaned when I was nearing my climax. Begging Zak silently for my release. I wanted to feel my climax.

Zak stopped immediately when he heard that I was approaching my climax. I let out a frustrated grunt like a child mad at having her favorite toy snatched away. He yanked his tool out of my hole making my wetness leak out in a stream accompanying his exiting cock.

“Let’s finish off over here,” Zak told me while leading me by the hand towards the sofa where Annie was sleeping.

“Place your hands on the sofa and lean over,” Zak ordered pointing