A Steamy Swap Session Where We Trade Loads In A Wild Group Encounter

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He stepped in behind me, reaching up to close the blinds, pressing in behind me. His eyes staring up at mine. All I wanted was him inside me. I flicked it with my pink tongue. My husband was waiting at home. I ached to be touched everywhere. He kissed me with an intense fiery fervor. As he kissed my neck, his slight beard brushed against the tender skin on my neck. He’d been a clever post grad student when I’d met him in my first year of law. I came again, moaning and sweating.