Watching Jenn
I could feel my cum inside Jenn's pussy as the three of us sat chatting over brunch. Me, Jenn and the guy she wanted to fuck. If my memory serves me his name was Kevin. I had Jenn wear her short black dress so I could discreetly finger her while she made the introductions and guided the conversation. Our day started two hours earlier making love. Her makeup hid the lingering flush of exertion that came from putting her through her paces. Jenn is my mistress. She is my lover and my slut. We...