Trisha cried out and bucked her hips against Raymond’s face, grinding her c**t hard and deliberate against his chin, working hard on that impeding climax. In response, Raymond pulled Trisha’s slick p***y lips wide apart to expose the raw, pink flesh within, along with the dark entrance to her sodden v****a. And from my position in the wardrobe, I caught an unhindered, straight-on view of my wife’s lover’s tongue as it plunged into my wife’s sopping hole, its entire length vanishing deep into her body as it began to tongue-f**k her. Trisha let out a little scream as Raymond penetrated her with that seemingly endless tongue of his, bucking her hips to press the wetness of her vulva tight against his face.
Trisha rocked her hips against the workings of Raymond’s tongue, face-f*****g him hard
