Watch My Stunning Wife In A Steamy Pov Encounter

I arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes early and took a seat at one of the more isolated tables despite the store being empty at the time. It was good, but never great. These were a six inch heels with small platform and peep toe in patent black leather, of course, accented by the red sole. I made my way to the washroom hoping to masturbate, but Michelle stepped in front of my path knowing my plan. She never dressed slutty, but always had on tops that accentuated her breasts and shorts or skirts that let her long smooth legs flow freely. When I had stabilized myself sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled my sweatpants and boxers off with one swift pull revealing my aching cock pointed straight in the air. For me however, it was the heels that enthralled me. “You’ll have to leave your heels here, come back again if you want to get them,” I said in as much of a masculine tone I could muster.