After cleaning up as best
she could, she had driven straight home. God help me. Desi xxx After repeated
tumescence, they were sticky with pre-cum. “They got a little messy, so I had to get rid of them,” she
grimaced. Taking my clothes off,
I climbed into bed and collapsed. She was probably the “loosest” and wettest I’d ever
experienced in 8 years of marriage, and even though I knew my cock
was sliding in my wife’s juices mixed with a stranger’s spunk, I
didn’t care a bit. I looked over at the clock on my
desk. Bringing it out, she’d put it to his
lips and let him lick it clean, all the while keeping their eyes
locked. Next to the clock was a picture of Linda taken a few
years ago by a photographer friend.
