They were covered in sweat, and the air conditioner had come on. “Here you go.” Christina handed her husband a margarita as he got up. She looked...down at her daughter’s ass. It was red from all the hard fucking. As her husband’s cock slid from her pussy, she watched a thick, cottony web of cum slide out of her pussy. Carla just lay there on the couch, still short of breath. Carter sipped his cocktail while his wife stroked his tire cock. She was slicking the mixture of his cum, and her. I’m sorry, so sorry.’ he said repeated only those four words over and over again. He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stood in front of him my crotch at his face level, I looked down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened. He looked at my. More

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