Dewayne could smell the odor on his unbathed wife. Shave my cock and my ass. “When we get out of here, I want you to fuck my ass. “I hope Janelle and Kent are listening. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered with a kiss – first on the pussy and then standing on her lips. “You guys have a lot of fun at the beach and we’ll catch you later.”
Sitting alone in the breakfast room, except for the attendant who was taking up the food, Bridget and Dewayne talked about what seemed to be a game. I’ve never told you but I’ve wanted to fuck your ass, especially last night. Bridget proclaimed that the miscarriage was now completely behind her. Then she spat on his dick. “I guess I’m done.” Dewayne said with a little hesitation. They could always go back to bed. Get it all wet and hard for me.”
“I want you to shoot your fucking load all over my face and my hair.
