The man’s ass slid on the settee as his legs went higher and wider until his anus winked at the sweaty group. “You’re in the friendly suburbs now.”
Nicole opened her door to find a smiling couple standing on the front porch. “And now all we need is a nursery.”
“No problem,” he answered with a big grin and charming wink, “I’ll start straight away.”
She looked at him confused. “Oh hello darling I’m Madison; I live four houses up,” and she pointed to where a dark Winnebago sat on another immaculate drive. Mrs B’s tongue was like an eel curling around Carl’s bell head, her talon fingers gripping his balls. Two neighbours down between their legs pleasuring them intently, expertly even, both Nicole and Carl ashamed by their own groans, and disgusted by their partner’s similar noises.
