I Drank Every Last Drop Of Cum From The Young Guy’s Cock

Debra hesitated, Ronald sensed that she might be having some last minute reservations about cheating on her husband, even though she had been teasing him ever since she caught him looking at her. He knew that the World Wrestling Federation would be in town for one more night. Ronald couldn’t tell if the smirk on her face represented anger, hate, disgust, or maybe he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that he saw lust in her eyes. As he stroked faster and harder, in the excitement he knocked over a can of deodorant that was sitting on the bench next to him. She looked back at him with lust in her eyes, she was panting like a bitch in heat. “What would all of those Texas rednecks think if I fucked Stone Cold Steve Austin’s wife?” he asked himself.