I didn’t make you fuck this loser in your best friend’s wedding dress. Her mouth muffled by Anita’s wet muff, her fingers pulling down Anita’s hip, thigh and ass meat onto her face while Anita gyrated hard. She stopped to look my wife in the eyes and say, “thank you for making my babies” unconvincingly. Kiss her on the lips. That’s not…”
It was too late. “Don’t be so shy! We both were. There was no way he could talk his way out of this… Scott sat down proud of himself while my wife stood in front of him, vulnerable to their leering eyes and wandering hands. Oh my god! She looked good in all the right places and I immediately felt my blood rush away from my head. Oh! Scott, come on! How could she take that huge cock? She pleaded with him, “What do you want?
