Brenda slid off Darren's face, and Chelsea saw the wetness coating her husband's chin and lips. “I'll ride that massive c**k," Brenda said as she slid her panties off her legs and tossed them to the floor. “I think it's time for Darren to see the rest of his surprise, though. Don't you ladies?" She winked at Chelsea as she started to straddle Darren's c**k.
Monica giggled. “I love the way you think." She slid around on the bed until she was lying beside Darren, her legs spread, pulling her teddy up to her waist and exposing her glistening p***y. “What do you think, Chelsea? You ready?"
Chelsea felt the wetness between her legs drip as she glanced at Darren's puzzled look. Brenda grabbed his c**k as she straddled him, guiding his stiff rod into her drenched p***y as she lowered herself do
