Now her titties were completely bare, and he cupped her right one in appreciation as he gazed lewdly down over her shoulder, breathing heavily into her ear, his eyes devouring the cream-white mounds tipped with their throbbing pink nipples.
'What a pair of tits! I've always loved them,' he gloated hoarsely, kneading greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it until the excruciating sensation brought tiny gasps of pain and surprised excitement from his wife's lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to grind up from behind against the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched ass- cheeks.
Grant didn't want to wait any longer! He crushed her ribs so tightly in his embrace that she thought they would break as he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She let out a weak, stifled cry and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her through the glass door, sliding the door open with his elbow…
She couldn't believe what Grant was doing! He was carrying her out the glass door and onto the patio where Francine and Hamid were fucking!
Claire had never been so happy in her entire life. Everything was really going to be all right, after all. She was going to get all the fucking she would ever want… from Grant, and all the other cocks and cunts that came their way!
