I knew from experience that Ashley wouldn’t be able to see me until I reached the door. As I put the chicken in the oven, I heard the washing machine start up then Ashley walked out. Indian porn I was going to make her favorite dish, so I swung by the market on the way home to pick up some lobster tails and a nice bottle of wine. Flat, uninteresting brown. Why was I eating her pussy? “He…um…he took care of the…eh…problem.”
“Oh, good. I frowned, it almost sounded like a woman moaning. “Hmm, I needed that,” Ashley purred. It turned out we had a lot in common—the Seahawks, enjoying a beer after work, and staring at a pretty woman’s ass and tits. I suppressed a sigh. Some maniac made an entire store full of people fuck each other, and guy after guy took advantage of my wife. “What?” she yawned, and then her eyes opened in shock. When I offered to return the favor, she yawned and said she was too tired. I knew from experience that Ashley wouldn’t be able to see me until I reached the door. She paused before climbing in our car. It was one of the most amazing cums I ever had in my life.
