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Nicole focused her attentions on Tom?s cock, sucking him deeply into her throat. Tom couldn?t hold back any longer, his wife?s voracity was too much as he groaned, spilling nearly a quart of cum into her milking mouth. She eagerly swallowed all she could, letting only a few tiny strands seep from the corners of her mouth. Nicole cleaned up his slowly deflating cock as she eased down from her orgasmic plateau.

Nicole slowly regained her composure, unable to believe what had just happened. Her breathing was still shallow and hurried, obviously excited, yet nervously worried about how Tom would feel about her wanton behavior. His warm and loving kiss eased her fears as they held each other close in the cramped booth. Nicole realized that her inner fire was far from being extinguished, but knew that Tom wouldn?t be able to satisfy her insatiable hunger. She playfully ground her hips into his trying to signal that she needed more.

Tom knew it would be a while before he?d be able to perform again. He suddenly remembered the dildos in the front of the store. ?You stay here. I?ll be right back.? Tom cracked the door open to see if anyone was standing outside. Surprisingly enough, no one was there. He quickly bolted from the booth, closing the door behind him. He entered the main store, seemingly filled with more men than before. He surveyed the various dildos and vibrators, before settling on an eight inch purple jellied prick that was three inches thick. He made the purchase despite the room full of men staring at him and headed back to the video booths.

Tom headed to the second row of booths, and proceeded to the third booth from the end. He twisted the handle, yet the door did not open. He quietly tapped on the door to signal Nicole he had returned. Tom was startled to hear a deep voice bellow from the other side, ?Can?t you read the sign? occupied ? you idiot.? Tom?s eyes widened as he realized he must?ve tried the wrong booth. He was sure this was the booth though. He began to doubt himself as he stared at the booths. He knocked on the second booth, which was also being used, and was greeted by an equally angered occupant. He knew he wasn?t in the fourth booth, which was inhabited also, but decided to try anyway. Once again, an angered patron told him to ?fuck off!?

Panic began to set in as Tom wondered where Nicole might have gone. He scrambled through the various rows of booths, wondering if he had mistaken which row they were in. He no longer knocked on doors; afraid he might piss off too many men. He stepped into unoccupied booths positioned next to those that were occupied and peered through the glory holes, hoping to find Nicole. His efforts were growing futile, until he met up with a big, burly, ebony skinned brute.

?Hey man! Looking for some fun? There?s a hot chick gettin? some action ??