When I finish under here, I’m gonna need to jump the battery to get the engine running.”
I called back, “Sure. I closed my eyes and moaned as he flattened his tongue and let me grind my sensitive clit against it. I managed to remain standing, and bent over Barry’s hips, as I rocked my hips against his probing fingers, and sucked even harder on his huge penis. with his dick hanging out of the slit in front and draped over one of his thighs. Then he slipped two of his fingers past my soaked panties and slid them inside my drenched pussy. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of summer and my husband, Roger, was working on his car in the garage while I tinkered around inside the house, cleaning and watching TV….pretty typical weekend activities. I rocked my hips, caught my breath, then let out a wail as an intense, tingly orgasm wash over my body like a tidal wave ….making my legs tremble as I creamed all over his face.
