„I don’t know how you do it, man. I’m about to fucking come just from watching her take my cock.”
“I know. Her mouth is insane.” I heard the pride in my husband’s voice as he pulled my left hand off his thigh and put it on his own dick. I curled my fingers around his stiff shaft, swelling under their praise.
This was it. My fantasy come to fruition. I was between the two of them. My husband’s best friend‘s cock was in my mouth. My husband was harder than steel and I had never been so wet or aroused in my life.
„My turn.” My husbands hand closed on the back of my head and I turned to him, taking him as deeply as I could, and then pulled off.
Returned to his best friends. Took him to his base, and incited a string of curses from his mouth.
Went back to my man, my hand working over his friends, my weight shifting from knee to knee as I repeated the process, back and forth between the two men. My pussy grew heavy with need, and I shifted, bringing my heels underneath me, the strap of one stiletto abused as I ground against the clasp, dragging myself across the metal bit and still frustratingly unable to make contact with my clit.
My husband noticed my need, and his hand tightened on my shoulder, stopping my movement. “Now, it’s our turn.“
“I know. Her mouth is insane.” I heard the pride in my husband’s voice as he pulled my left hand off his thigh and put it on his own dick. I curled my fingers around his stiff shaft, swelling under their praise.
This was it. My fantasy come to fruition. I was between the two of them. My husband’s best friend‘s cock was in my mouth. My husband was harder than steel and I had never been so wet or aroused in my life.
„My turn.” My husbands hand closed on the back of my head and I turned to him, taking him as deeply as I could, and then pulled off.
Returned to his best friends. Took him to his base, and incited a string of curses from his mouth.
Went back to my man, my hand working over his friends, my weight shifting from knee to knee as I repeated the process, back and forth between the two men. My pussy grew heavy with need, and I shifted, bringing my heels underneath me, the strap of one stiletto abused as I ground against the clasp, dragging myself across the metal bit and still frustratingly unable to make contact with my clit.
My husband noticed my need, and his hand tightened on my shoulder, stopping my movement. “Now, it’s our turn.“
