We really did it.
Roman pulled out of me, his c**k still slick and hard, and walked straight to Agnes. She patted the bed and told him to lie down, she wanted to ride him. I couldn’t even blame her. Roman’s c**k is beautiful: thick, perfectly shaped, veins standing out just right. Maddox’s was different, longer, heavier-looking, but both were the kind that make your mouth water.
While Maddox stepped into the bathroom for a second, I stood there, thighs sticky, watching my husband stretch out on his back. Agnes didn’t hesitate. She straddled him, lined up, and sank down onto his c**k in one slow, greedy motion.
Her wet p***y swallowed him whole. She started rocking, gentle at first, savoring every inch, then faster, hips rolling hard. Roman groaned deep in his throat, hands clamping onto
