Open-mouthed and longing, Brad plunged a pair of fingertips into that sweetly betraying pink funnel once more, then raised the dangling strings before his wide eyes in a sort of awe. Oh, what a w***e she was! he marveled. A filthy, betraying slut, flushed and sleepy, filled with the jism of men he hardly even knew…and more beautiful and desirable than the loving husband had ever seen her before. Smiling dreamily, he twitched the beautiful mess to make its stretched bottom end catch upon the taut, glistening flesh of his exulting bare organ, then wrapped the clingy cables about himself like a security blanket, and, breathing deep, rubbed the concoction slowly and purposefully all over. He continued the motion with both hands, feeling so very dirty and so very happy, unhurriedly swirling his
