“Blake, where are you?" Stacy called out for her husband as she walked up the stairs when she got home after her s*x escapade with Jake.
“In here,” Blake called out from the sitting room upstairs, sprawled on the love seat watching the rerun of a Super Bowl game. He had returned home about forty minutes ago.
“Hey,” she plopped down beside him and kissed him on the lips, just like her master had instructed her to do. Jake's c*m mixed with her juices trickled in her p***y into her soggy panties.
He moved swiftly to drop the remote control in his hand on the side table and pulled her to him. His lips crushed against hers. He could never resist her.
“Mmmm,” he freed two of her shirt buttons. Cupping a boob, he kissed the curve of her neck, inhaling her vanilla perfume.
“Oh, Blake,” sh
