Hotwifing pt 1
I could feel the head. He smeared it up and down where his mouth had just been, slick with my spit and now some of his Jon never joins in. He never even speaks. He always sits quietly in the corner of the room, watching. He wants to be there. He wants to see. Sometimes I see him with his cock out, but even that is a rarity. Usually he strokes it through his pants, edging the whole time. It’s as if he wants to be a fly on the wall and for us to forget he is even there. It’s usually a...
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