They finally called it quits at 2 am and parted for home. I guess you can call me a whore, slut, prostitute or escort…what ever you want, I deserve it. By aliveinprMy stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Sheila was laying flat on the table when her husband’s cock thrust into her with sudden force. I checked another video from the basement apartment where she entertained three men. Did she pick up another woman’s purse…NO, she is the Vice President for customer service, has been before we met, why would her cards say ‘Megan Strong’? Richard finally called out, “Sheila, come to the kitchen.” She slowly turned from the basement stairs and entered the kitchen. He knew she would be on pins and needles until a decision was made. Richard did not let up, he kept grinding his cock into his wife, he felt exhilarated to relieve the pressures of the last month. The inside system would normally pick us up walking around. Fresh, no signs of cum. Sheila thought, ‘He was right, this whore is sore, oh, but a good sore.’ Read 26007 times |
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