“They said you were the prettiest woman they’d ever… ahem… partied with,” he said, his face turning red.
“What else.” I was holding his d**k at the entrance to my p***y.
“They… um… commented on how much you seemed to enjoy… no… loved it,” he stammered as I stood to let my husband slide inside me.
“Did I look like I loved it?” I asked while letting my body engulf his erection.
“Yes,” he said, his hands on my breasts.
“Did I look like a rocker slut?” I was starting to breathe heavily. His c**k felt good, but his words were driving me crazy.
“Yes, you were a rocker slut last night. You were Mick’s w***e, and he let everybody f**k you,” Hunter gasped.
“Did you like it? Did it turn you on? Did it make your c**k hard to watch your wife become Mick’s w***e?” I was almost shouting.
“Yes, i
