Amateur wife drunk and naked
I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts.
There was some kooky flirting against a backdrop of lively music, and then they ended up making out while the sun rose, despite the fact that the two of them would have been smelling like a chum bucket if it had been happening in reality.
Speaking from personal experience, there was a time I thought you could do better than Dirk. But you've claimed he's the love of your life.
It was just the tip of his cock-primarily the reverse Prince Albert ring-that brushed my outer pussy lips, but it was electrifying. Apparently for us both because he gasped and jerked back.
Then I repeated the process by pressing my lips to each ball and the skin covering each bar. Jaw clenched and eyes bright, he swallowed hard three times, his Adam's apple bouncing like a buoy on the water.
His fingers brushed my hair off my forehead before his lips pressed there. "Are you more worried about what she has to say or what you need to get off your mind?" I hugged him tight, burying my face in his shoulder.
We'd played in similar ways before, and I'd held out for longer than I'd expected I would. I just didn't know how long he was going to draw it out this time.
There was a muffled shout from the other side. I didn't even cringe.