There is no distinction in who will fuck her. Or where. She knows it is pointless to assume. If I want to fuck her, I will fuck her. If I want to watch her mount him, I will watch her mount him. It so happens that I want her pussy for myself. I want to shove it into her, deep. I sit down in the comfortable club chair, sunk low as she straddles me. She retains the grip on his cock, pulling him toward what will be our face-to-face fuck. Her idle hand pulls her panties aside and then...heaven. Something so sublime about a primed pussy. Not just wet, but soaked, slick with debauched arousal. It is almost as if her cunt knows that she is doing more than just engaging in a standard fuck. Her cunt knows this is uninhibited, raw, erotic and more than a little nasty. .....