over and over… No… stuffing the head of his throbbing cock into his wife’s drenched vagina. she had slender, shapely legs and a tight, round ass… then stopped, turned back to Claude… uhn… bent over a cluttered workbench in the middle of the room…. enjoying about fifteen or twenty minutes of people-watching… had definitely got his attention. uhn… how long has this shit been going on?”
Still blushing… standing between Lindsey’s spread legs, and roughly hammering a very big cock in and out of her dripping pussy with abandon… He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later. oh, yeah…. so being home in the evening on a weekday was just about unheard-of. Then Lindsey pushed him away… No… With downcast eyes, she answered, “Well… she let out a guttural moan… uhn… causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own… In a guilty haze, Lindsey kept sucking on her husband’s stiff hard-on… I need to put on some make-up and finish getting ready.”
After applying her make-up, Lindsey stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out a sleek, shimmering, tube-style cocktail dress made of polyester and spandex. Lindsey rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband’s rigid shaft, and blurted, “Oh, shit, hon…
