M. In Public 11

hidden from their view… 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… grunting and mumbling about how good her pussy felt… heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly… chuckling at the obvious pomposity on display… Roger silently nursed his scotch, neat… and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers. have you fucked him before?”

Lindsey looked down at her husband’s cock in her hand, and couldn’t help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist. it wouldn’t be any fun for you.”

Roger chuckled, and said, “Maybe not… yeah… She opened her car door… the Amara gallery curator, and Claude… either at the office, or on the road…