I was a little surprised when I felt Jack’s hands on my hips, as I finished stowing Wayne in the back seat. “What the fuck are you doing, Jack?” I exclaimed over my shoulder as his rubbing and humping became more pronounced. He was a nice guy….pretty good looking… and Wayne’s best friend, so I figured that garnered some special privileges on occasion. Read 94344 times |
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Got it. hmmmm.”
I was still kneeling on the back seat, just above Wayne’s prone and unconscious body, as Jack kept hammering his thick dick in and out of my cunt like a piston. We saw a lot of Jack…sometimes we double dated when he had a girlfriend, and sometimes we just had him over to the house for dinner or to watch a game. As I enjoyed
