The Night My Wife Stripped For Strangers (4)
Lisa’s lips were still slick with spit and cúm, her hands pumping two thick cócks as her mouth bobbed up and down on a third. She moaned around him, voice muffled, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and something darker.
Her body was soaked, her skin glistening with sweat and sémén. There was a literal puddle forming beneath her, white streaks trailing down her thighs, and a messy glaze across her títs and belly. The scent of it was heavy in the air.
The guy in her left hand tensed and let out a grunt.
Lisa barely reacted. His cúm splashed across her cheek and neck, dripping down her bréást. The man in her mouth groaned next and pulled out as he came, shooting thick across her hair and jaw, staining her lips. The third man, the one who had
