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"And this is the master bedroom."

I pulled my eyes up from her ass when she suddenly turned around and scanned the room trying to look interested. My eyes were drawn to the king sized bed taking up the far wall but it wasn't the size that had caught me, it was the piece of leather tied around the top of one post and dangling against the wood of the headboard.

I'd seen first-hand that their sex could get rough, but shit, it looked like it got kinky too.

I pulled my eyes away as Amy walked over to the bed, her ass swaying temptingly. She sat down on the end and patted the space beside her. "Come on, you've got to try out this bed. It was a bit expensive, but I told Rick I had to have it."

I probably shouldn't have but by now my cock was leading my body and I found myself stepping forward. I turned, sitting down next to her. She gave me one of those tinkling laughs that had my cock jumping painfully against the confines of my waistband and then I toppled over onto my back as she reached out and pushed at my shoulders.

"You have to lie down on it to really appreciate it," she said with a grin.

I tried to look away and concentrate on the bed instead of staring at the deep cleavage she was inadvertently giving me a close-up of as she leaned over me. It took me a few minutes.

Yeah, I could see why she wanted it. The bed was nice. Firm and soft, it felt like I was lying on a downy cloud with substance.

"So how is it? Do you like it?" She asked as she crawled up next to me and lay down on her side, propping her head onto her hand. The action caused her robe to fall open and down one shoulder, exposing her large breast with its big rosy nipple.

I swallowed and couldn't remember her question, my eyes glued onto the plump flesh as I tried to come up with a passable answer. "Good?"

She smiled and looked down, seeing what had caught my attention. She looked back up at me and pulled on my hand, pressing it against her breast. "You're always looking, Mark," she repeated her earlier observation and now there was no doubt she knew I had been watching her. But it seemed that she didn't mind...at all. "Don't you want to touch?" She pressed down on my hand, helping me squeeze down on her boob. Her breast was soft and firm in my hand, bigger than a handful. Her nipple hardened under my palm, the tight bud pressing up against my hand, imprinting itself heatedly on my skin.

I experimentally squeezed down harder, massaging the heavy globe, liking the way she moaned and arched up into my hand. "Yes, Mark, play with my tits," she moaned.