then drip down her ass crack, and pool on the car’s trunk beneath her butt. leaving his wife’s torn panties on the garage floor behind them, and the puddle of spunk dripping from the edge of the trunk onto the bumper of the Jaguar. good to go.”
She grabbed her purse and started to leave… Claude kept pumping his rigid pole in and out of Lindsey’s vagina… I’ve been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years… as they flailed wildly beneath her chest. especially if they’re any good,” then she grinned and added, “And Claude’s really good.”
She glanced down at the stiff dick in her hand, then smiled up at her husband, and said, “Holy shit, Roger… left it where he’d parked it… her lovely legs even sexier than usual in heels, and her unrestrained tits twitching provocatively as she strolled amongst the artwork with the other patrons. you need to hurry up… just about any occasion that allowed her to mingle with ‘creative minds’ and artistic elites in the town where she and her husband lived. When he finally let her up, Lindsey lifted her head from his lap…
