Lindsey was a bit surprised to realize how much she was enjoying her husband’s rough handling of her tits and aggressive pounding between her legs. one of the evening’s featured artists. Even more appealing to him was her gorgeous figure… then slurping the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock. He walked up and gently interrupted her, saying, “Excuse me, Darcy… Roger was smitten, and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Roger watched as his wife, Claude and Darcy moved about the exhibits… She reached inside the top of her dress to re-position her breasts… with a sensuous teardrop shape… all the time using his hand on the back of Lindsey’s head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis. he leaned forward… have you fucked him before?”
Lindsey looked down at her husband’s cock in her hand, and couldn’t help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist.
