She swallowed, waiting for the next. The innocence of the scene struck Wanda. Like a snake reacting to the flute of the charmer, he wove slightly. She shook a little of her unique herb blend into the gumbo. A tremor shook his body. He called him his married bitch. In some ways, Carter was treating him the same way. He felt irrelevant in his own house. She lost it when he forced his tongue, passed her outer ring anal ring. His head moved in small circles as he reamed her starfish. Carter lay between her legs. First through her swollen labia and then in rills down the crack of her ass. Some wrinkled their noses; Wanda felt a dampness between her legs. The aftertaste of Allen’s cum was still in his mouth. Caitlin grinned wickedly as she feigned falling. It had not gone well. She balanced herself by placing her hands on the stairs above. She glanced down and realized she was flashing her pussy at him. This be a dangerous place for a woman like her…a woman with suppressed needs. Slowly, carefully, he turned the knob on the door. Then, as her arousal grew, and she thought she might get off this time, he shot two quick squirts in her mouth.
