As he did that his dick smacked Vito in the face and Vito grabbed it and maneuvered it into his mouth with a growl. “Guess that answers that,” Kent said looking at me as Vito worked my husband’s big dick into his throat again.I’d worked up to about half of my dick out then plunging back in. Every time I bottomed-out Vito groaned. Every time Vito groaned my husband moaned. I suddenly pulled out until my fat dick-head was stretching his ass-lips and he moaned plaintively; I didn’t know if it was from fear that I’d pull out all the way or pleasure from the added stretch. Either way when I slammed back into him I felt the direct hit on his prostate at the same time as his entire body spasmed and he let forth a muffled cry and pounded the bed worth his palm. Kent responded to the stimulation from the cry and adjusted his thrusts to time with mine for maximum enjoyment.Vito’s rock-hard dick was harder and his head was flared wide and bright red as I continued to pound. The moans and groans from both our fuck-boy and from my husband were louder and closer together. Without warning Vito’s body seemingly seized; every muscle was flexed
