A wild night of backdoor fun for our adventurous wife

We both moaned simultaneously as her tight pussy stretched to fit my cock, before she started grinding on me, and eventually lifting up and thrusting herself on me. Porn But stop where? It was a small detatched (coming from a working class background, I consider that term something of an oxymoron) but it looked pleasant and homely. She grabbed onto the strap of my boxers and slid them off, my dick sprang up and hit her face. She paused. The pleasure was unimaginable: Darcy was thrashing around now with her mouth open and her eyes clamped shut. ‘Well, I have a girlfriend in London, but things are complicated.’ ‘Ah, are you from London?’ ‘No, Manchester originally.’ Oh yes, Northern Soul and proud. ‘Well, I should probably get some sleep, I’ve got to carry on driving tomorrow’ She took my drink off me and placed them on the floor. And then I noticed a chink of light coming from round one of the corners.