Then, she ever so slowly smirked, just halfway, and whispered “I’m finger fucking myself, and I needed a dark corner.” With dead on expression.�...�What? Ahh…, Seriously?” I stuttered. Stopped in my track.“I’m just k**ding, girl. I’m drinking some beers, and I’m still in my painting clothes, so, I’m sort of hiding in the corner.” She explained with a slur and took a drink. A syrupy string of saliva broke lose as she released the bottle from her lips. I laughed casually, but inside my eyes were. Her face was beautiful as I watched her with her eyes closed savoring the hard fucking my wife was giving her.“I’m c-c-cumming” she finally stammered, and started shaking and spasming. The orgasm lasted quite a while and I looked down to see that my wife was not only fucking her, but appeared to have a finger in Christy’s ass as well. When her orgasm had subsided, she leaned forward and placed her head in my lap, her cheek resting against my limp dick. She was exhausted. My wife pulled out of. More

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