My husband gently pulled them off, running his finger through the soft down of brown hair that surrounded my pussy. Xxx I glanced at my husband’s sleeping form and wished it was him. He grunted wordlessly, slamming his wonderful cock into me. Last time I vacuumed, I tried out the sucking attachment on my snatch, sticking it right on top of my clit, and I might have cum if Marshal didn’t interrupt me. My cum was nearing, I closed my eyes, imagining the stranger was pumping into me, that delicious shaft rubbing through my tight cunt. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Yes, yes, I’m coming too!” I lied, squeezing my pussy down on his cock, and shrieking loudly. Why couldn’t I be obsessed with my husband’s cock?
