Everything was recorded. Okxxx Damn. The crowd cheered again and more bits of mud and food flew through the air, pelting my wife and landing around her feet. The crowd blurred into one big, non-stop ass fuck, my wife clutching the post for support, squatting deeper and deeper either from exhaustion or lust. Well, sex between couples. I told them that, other than stretching her asshole out, we were OK. I took a drink and adjusted the cameras again so I could watch a long shot and a closeup at the same time. “And this,” he bent her over and made her pull her cheeks apart.
