Roger turned his attention to some of the other high-brow clientele attending the event… and blasted several streams of slimy, white spunk all over the walls of Lindsey’s dripping wet snatch…. good to go.”
She grabbed her purse and started to leave… uh… while his wife’s torn dress hung down past both of her bouncing breasts, and remained twisted around her waist. then savored the waning sensation of her ebbing orgasm, as it slowly faded away… again and again and again… he leaned forward… I hope you didn’t mind waiting.”
With a knowing smile on his face, Roger replied, “Sure… causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own… jolting her body with his powerful thrusts… Lindsey gave him a nod, and motioned that she’d meet him out front in a few minutes. even harder… my husband’s waiting for me outside.”
Claude chuckled and said, “No problem, babe,” then reached around and grabbed her swinging tits. When she finally came out, Lindsey leaned into the car window, and said, “Darcy wants to show me something in the curator’s workshop real
