House wife riding close friend’s cock in bedroom

She groaned with pleasure. I rammed my dick into her again and again, each time my balls slapping her clit, each time she moaned. I pulled my cock out...of her wet pussy. Still bent over the counter, she panted, trying to catch her breath. I spread her cheeks to get a better look at her asshole. I spat on it. Grabbing my cock, I used it to smear the spit on her tight, pink hole. Slowly, I pushed the head in. She moaned. With each gentle thrust, I pushed my cock a little further into her welcoming. If anything, he was thrusting into her even harder. I could still hear her lustful cries even after I was back in the garage and the kitchen door was closed.I was shaking violently, and my pussy was drenching my panties. It took me several minutes to calm down enough to drive.Jeff’s convertible was gone when I got home. Mandy must have been watching for me out of the window. She met me even before I got out of my car. “I’ll get the groceries. There’s a drink waiting for you in the living. More

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