I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. He takes his finger out of my mouth while his other hand opens the button on my jeans. I’m cradled in his arms, sitting on his lap. My pulse quickens when the button comes open, and I feel my breath intake sharply as his fingers push into my pants. I look down to see the bulge of his big hand in my jeans, already tight. The scraping of his fingers against my clit is painful; I’m so aroused. With a gasp, I turn my head to the side and close my eyes. “Shhh," he whispers. “It’s okay. You’re doing. More

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