We easily convinced him to stay for a few drinks and all moved into the living room. Boyd was still holding up his shirt, obligingly. Boyd was still holding up his shirt, obligingly. This was immediately demonstrated as she turned to face me, smiling and flushed, and sat her dripping cunt squarely down onto Boyd’s straining cock. She leaned forward and briefly, but wetly, kissed me on the lips. “Well then,” Anna cooed after a pause, “we’ll have to see that to believe it!”
“Yeah Boyd,” I quickly chimed in without really realizing it “we know you’re all about that fitness thing.” I hoisted my beer toward him, teasing. She took it in hungrily, holding tight and driving my shaft into her throat. Come on baby, cum for your sweet cum slut wife.”
I could feel my load building as she bounced on Boyd’s lap.
