Riding My Husband’s Chauffeur In The Backseat

Somehow, I found my way back to the boat and passed out. I pulled out another beer and offered her one. Xxnx My thoughts were salacious, yet I knew that my chances were slim to none, given her commanding beauty. First, she refilled our drinks, this time it was a 4 finger pour for me. She joined me, sitting comfortably close so that our legs were touching. This was the private striptease that most strip club patrons really want to see. I stammered some greeting and she put her book down, focusing on me and, seemingly, undressing me from head to toe. Her speed and intensity quickened; she was working to an orgasm. I admitted that I really preferred scotch.

Riding My Husband’s Chauffeur In The Backseat

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