But there's a limit to everything. While I'm finishing my ablution in my underwear, the boy pulls out of my wife's ass to keep from coming, taking a few moments to breathe and regain his composure. My wife orders me to hand him the digital camera so he can immortalize himself the moment my hands are subjected to the dressing of her partner's cock. He wants to be deeply fucked again, and here I am, in the guise of their maximum and submissive collaborator. I would have liked to be able to fit it as best as possible, perhaps through my mouth, as usually happens, but I preferred not to dare since there was no invitation from my wife.