The man’s erection was thick and red and veiny, and Brad had to sit up a little farther in his seat to watch. You never got used to the unwelcome sight, the poor cuckolded husband reflected with some grimness, of some other man’s d**k standing up naked and dark, oozing with a drop of clear seminal fluid and blindly bobbing for its welcoming victim of your own beloved wife. It was unnatural, revolting. And yet, well…neither could Brad ever resist the chance to see that pretty p***y pushed wide by some blunt-headed, drizzling purple phallus and possessed with a grunt, inch by veiny inch.
His darling Alyssa was just so wild and free and alive, so demonstrative in her every uninhibited desire. Oh, how the teasing angel needed the simple, physical flattery of such brutish, anonymous possession
