My tongue’s attention shifted back a little from his balls to his taint, then back down to his balls again. Indian porn A stray pubic hair fell off my wife and onto my cheek. I heard kissing noises as I worked, kissing noises that grew steadily more ragged under his breathy moans. “So what now?” he said. Cock, balls, asshole, balls, cock. Strip.”
My shoes came off first. And then he flexed, and he hollered, and he pulsed, and I knew that his cum was shooting into my wife. C’mon and fuck me. My eyebrows tickled with gelled arousal. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that—“
“There really is,” she said. “You’re perverse.”
I’m perverse. “Grab my fucking hair and fuck me.”
I felt him shift, and my wife’s body stiffed and she cried out. A lovely pleasant buzz hummed away in my head. Cum in this dirty slut faggot’s mouth. Make him happy, and make my wife happy. She let me finish her up with my mouth and tongue, and she came so hard that she nearly wrenched my neck, almost. “You’re sick.”
I’m sick. Waiting for an order. I pushed my tongue up to meet her twat, but she pulled away. And then she’ll make me shower, and get my clothes on, and walk out to the car with my laptop, and get in the driver’s seat.
