Door 2 DoorChapter 9
Abel awoke some time around three o’clock in the morning, feeling a thick, wet, warm pussy around his cock that he naturally enjoyed without too many questions asked. Who was about to complain about getting ridden by someone with a luscious cunt, especially when neither a hard prick nor a sloppy snatch had a conscience? He assumed that it was Christina, but he didn’t worry too much about the whole thing. They had agreed in principle to an open marriage, though he expected it to take effect at...