Thank God for your best friend's wife. Why? Without her coaching me I never would have been able to take his huge cock all the way inside me. She coached me, whispering in my ear to just breathe, wiggle my hips a bit, relax, it will be okay. The more I felt her lips against my ear, listened to her sexy soft voice, and smelled his masculinity, his massive manhood, the wetter I became, the more accepting my tight pussy was for his massive cock. I became lost in how amazing everything felt after that. He fucked me all night while she held my head, kissed me softly, and let me enjoy what it was like to be with a real man for once. I couldn’t believe how sore I was this morning, how much my pussy ached, and how I was craving to have your best friend's cock back inside of me. I’m enjoying how sore I am, it feels amazing to know how much I came last night, how much I’m going to cum again the next time he fucks me, but I’m also so pissed at you for having such pathetic little 4-inch dick that it’s going to take a couple of days to be able to do it again. I’m so mad at your little dick, I want to watch you wank it in front of me while I humiliate you and make you understand what a pathetic excuse of a man you are.