“Y-y-yeah…” groaned Alyssa excitedly. “Mm, up and down, baby,” she agreed breathily as of his own shamed volition he began to bob his mouth rhythmically upon the other man’s naked wet p***s, “up and down!” Quickly she removed her hand from Brad’s head, and he knew immediately—from its urgent downward reach, from the catch in her breath, from the slippery rhythmic squelching—that she was m**********g. Despite himself, his own little organ twitched strangely at the knowledge. He couldn’t help it. At this time and occasion, the reaction was embarrassing and out of place, but as his wife vibrated happily beneath him, his poor phallus could not help swelling fat and comfortable and aching.
Brad knew better than to stop, for he was held in place in bonds far stronger than the tendons of the gir
