fuuuuuuucccckkk…. I… Roger seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore… Lindsey quickly ran into people she recognized from other galleries and art shows, including Darcy… his throbbing cock still shoved deep inside his wife’s cunt… goddamn, Claude… As she started bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing boner, Roger put the car in gear, and started driving them home. oh, yeah…. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly… Roger recognized Claude from earlier, when they’d met out in the main gallery… uh… oh, yeah…. oh, my God, that feels incredible… uh… not quite sure what to expect next. and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her… gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch her breath. and obvious nipple bumps poking through the white silk blouse of her server’s uniform. No… He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later.
