Her husband, Roger, wasn’t really a fan of the arts, so he rarely attended with her… ooooooohhhhhhhh… sorry to intrude, but have you seen Lindsey in the past few minutes?”
Darcy looked a bit flummoxed, but said, “Oh… one of the evening’s featured artists. can you tell me where that is?”
She stammered a bit, then said, “Uh… my husband’s waiting for me outside.”
Claude chuckled and said, “No problem, babe,” then reached around and grabbed her swinging tits. Roger continued holding his wife’s head down to his crotch… On a Thursday evening in the middle of summer, Roger found himself at home… his hips making wet, slapping sounds against her ass cheeks with every forward lunge. then lifted her up onto the trunk. oh, my God… which meant she’d be bra-less… and it didn’t hurt that her nipples were perpetually stiff, making obvious little bumps in the top of her form-fitting dress. he shoved her knees apart and pushed himself in between her spread legs. she let out a guttural moan… I… Letting out a loud grunt… forcing her to open her mouth, and suck his engorged prick inside. Lindsey gave him a nod, and motioned that she’d meet him out front in a few minutes. uhn… he couldn’t believe how aroused he’d become just watching his wife getting railed by this artist guy.
