Susan says "yes," telling herself she can blame the

"Yes!" Susan says eventually, eagerly, but still quietly.

Her head races - she thinks of herself as a good person, but good girls don't cheat. They don't get fucked in an alley behind a dive bar. She settles on blaming the ****. As she feels you slide up her dress around her hips and pull her panties aside she tells herself that she'd never do this if she hadn't been drinking.

Susan shudders as your fingers reach her cunt. She's embarrassingly wet. It's the beers, she tells herself. Sure, she's only had two, but she had a light lunch.

Meanwhile in front of you, the two guys have spun Emma around so that she's now sucking on the cock that was just in her pussy while the other guy gets a turn to fuck her.

Susan silently gasps when she feels your hard cock press against her cunt. She feels you slide your cock back and forth, letting it get coated with her juices until it slickly slides. Even just sliding between her thighs she can tell how massive your cock is - much bigger than any cock that's ever been inside of her. Susan loves her boyfriend, but she knows she hasn't gotten this wet for him in many, many months.