“And I can see my poor husband over there is getting all ‘worked-up’ too, and I know what *I* do when he gets like that.”
Boyd simply inhaled. After a few seconds of throat fucking, she pulled it out, gasping, and slapped the length of my cock against her lips and cheek; spit dripping from her chin and onto her sweatered chest. Xxnx I noticed Boyd eyeing my wife; checking out her finer points as we all chatted – I could hardly blame him, and it certainly wasn’t the first time. “I wonder what Gloria would do if she saw you in such a state?” She was wearing a wicked smile. Focusing past the cock briefly and into my eyes again, she moved her very wet and open mouth along the long length of his shaft, her tongue following the curve of it, and let her
