“You're f*****g my wife in front of me without even pretending.” Darren fakes disapproval.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Milo takes me out and twists me like a doll. Then he's back within me. He sits down with me still impaled on his c**k. “I’ll stop f*****g her.” He adjusts my top but keeps touching my breasts. It doesn't matter that Darren watched him f*ck me. We're playing shouldn't again.
Even though my sitting on Milo's lap isn't natural, we pretend we're having a regular conversation. Milo's huge c**k is stuck inside me as my husband sits a few feet away.
“Stop!” I hear Milo murmuring. “You don't want him to know I'm still in your p***y, do you?” He wraps his arm securely around my waist. “If he finds out, we have to quit. You don't want to, Grace? You want slow, delicate f*****g. Never tell.”
