she does the same thing…. I usually fuck new artists at these events, but sometimes I’ll fuck some of the older artists that have been around a while… over and over… but I gotta go.”
Still standing behind the stacked boxes, Roger unconsciously reached between his legs, and rubbed the raging hard-on that was pushing uncomfortably against the front of his slacks. After gasping for air to catch her breath, and enjoying her climax for about a minute, Lindsey lifted her head and said over her shoulder, “Holy shit, Claude… he shoved her knees apart and pushed himself in between her spread legs. Her husband, Roger, wasn’t really a fan of the arts, so he rarely attended with her… damn, that feels good… Once their breathing had settled down, Roger leaned forward…
