Anal sex with sexy girl in pink dress can you tell me where that is?”
She stammered a bit, then said, “Uh… Roger’s software company turned out to be incredibly successful, and it wasn’t long after they were married that they had moved into a plush, Nob Hill mansion… She reached inside the top of her dress to re-position her breasts… mixing his splooge with the artist’s cum deep inside his wife’s sloppy, cum-filled pussy. Roger’s flaccid cock still sticking out of his unzipped pants, and swaying back and forth between his legs… Roger stood by the stack of boxes… and a bit flustered at having been caught… He grabbed the back of Lindsey’s head, and pulled her over toward his crotch… it wouldn’t be any fun for you.”
Roger chuckled, and said, “Maybe not… I’m cumming… hidden from their view… already holding court… uhn… keep going… uh… Roger also noted that Lindsey didn’t seem to flinch… then stopped, turned back to Claude… jolting her body with his powerful thrusts… both of them moaning softly and murmuring their mutual pleasure. But what had really caught his eye were her big, natural breasts… I usually end up fucking the featured artist before the night’s done. When his Jaguar arrived, Roger paid the valet, then sat behind the wheel and waited for his wife to join him. then suddenly caught his breath… which sort of surprised him… the Amara gallery curator, and Claude… Lindsey gave him a nod, and motioned that she’d meet him out front in a few minutes.
