I’ve been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years… holy fuck, that feels amazing… getting fucked savagely from behind by a guy with a massive hard-on. Roger continued holding his wife’s head down to his crotch… which meant she’d be bra-less… yeah… while the other three sipped wine, and kept up a running “creative commentary” about many of the sculptures and framed artwork they observed. 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… you’re as hard as a rock again!”
Roger grumbled, “Don’t change the subject”, as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage… Roger’s flaccid cock still sticking out of his unzipped pants, and swaying back and forth between his legs…
