“I really do need to tell you something-” Raymond said between sighs. Of course my wife couldn’t reply, her face was so stuffed full of her dance teacher’s n****e, her tongue no doubt working its magic on the achingly stiff flesh secreted deep inside her mouth. As I watched from the confines of the closet, my c**k painfully hard inside its own confines, Trisha’s hand snaked downwards and began to tug at Raymond’s shorts.
Raymond pulled away, his n****e – delightfully wet from my wife’s mouth – plopped free with an audible slurp.
“What?” Trisha looked up at Raymond’s face with those beautiful, big baby blues of hers. I thought she looked like a spoiled little kid, petulant at having had its favorite toy taken away.
“This,” Raymond said and without ceremony he yanked down his miniscule sh
