His hands were thread through the iron railings of the bed and tied with a scarf, his wife’s pussy was an inch from his face, whilst he strained to ...ick it. She teased him on and off, a few minutes of licking, a few minutes of her rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy with her hand. Occasionally, she would stroke his rock hard member. All the time his face covered in her juices and he smell of sex in her nostrils.He was pretty helpless whilst she straddled him like this; her stockings rubbing at. Total silence. I again put my hand up and slapped her on the opposite side. She almost fell on the sofa. I went over her, and almost sat on her flat belley,”listen U fucking bitch, if you think that I can walk into you room and ask you to let me fuck you with a fuckin recorded call in my cell, then you are wrong. I’ve made CD’s of this call, and if you dont do things my way, you’ll still be fucked coz 1 CD will go in your office, 1 in your husband’s office, 1 directly to your husband, and. More

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