She brought it to her lips and took her mouth off of me just long enough to suck her finger clean before returning to her cock-sucking duties. I married a 22-year-old golddigger named Sarah after my wife died. Her eyes fluttered as she hummed and sucked blissfully, choking herself on my huge, greasy package until I took it away from her and went back behind her arched ass to restretch her neglected rectum. Eventually, I held still until I was sure I’d pumped every last drop up her perfect asshole, before slowly withdrawing from the slippery orifice. She stood up from the couch and knelt obediently, with her mouth open and her legs spread wide like a good little whore. “Oh I’ve got some plans for you honey. Ask and you shall receive.” I fed my slimy, sticky cock down her throat, which had been in her ass not a minute before.
