I’m drunk and my friends go off and do their own thing. Cum thinking about your wife getting knocked up by another man..!” she cried out, her voice static over the phone line. And the worst thing is, I’d be too excited to care. And me. “You’re a dirty slut.” I hear the words come out of my mouth. “You promise not to judge me?”
“Babe, when I have I ever judged you?” I chuckled. “Are you wet now?”
She smiled, and I watched her hand disappear down into her lacy black panties. He’s a fucking bastard. “Are you okay?”
I sensed a tinge of apprehension in her voice. There’s no stopping this madness… I tell myself I didn’t want this, but my body… It just knows when it is going to be filled with potent seed.”
“Fuck, yeah. “Maybe. He moves his hand up and gropes my tits.” Leanne husked, kneading her breast on the camera as if to make sure I got the idea. “I’m a slut who let other men fuck my married pussy.”
“Fuck, is that what you’d do?” I asked. And finally it ended. When I looked at the phone screen, my wife had her toy in her hand, buzzing silently and she ran it up and down her mound. “Leanne, I’m going to cum. She was getting close. He bends me
