Though a bit delirious from his climax, Fadi attempted to keep his eyes focused on his wife and Marc. With how damp his underpants already were, his cum dribbled through the now transparent cloth and dripped down onto the floor. So much so that they had ended up on a nearby bench, making out, with March sliding his hand up under her top to feel her big naturals. There, after an intense makeout session, he had eased into her wetness and had brought her to another orgasm. After her gentle kisses, she leaned back and tenderly kissed each side of his bulbous cockhead and finally a sweet kiss on the tip. “Alan, your wife is on line two.”
“Thanks. Her full and heavy breasts hung down in such a fantastical manner that for a moment he was simply mesmerized by them.
