Breathing heavily as he penetrated the girl, McEvers rubbed at her most sensitive flesh. “Oh, I think I would like to hear about that…”
“Yes…?” wondered Rachel teasingly, squeezing her elongated n*****s between her pinching thumbs and forefingers and rolling them purposefully before the man’s wide eyes.
“Yes!” gasped McEvers. He looked up again at his calm-faced wife, then back down to the girl writhing full of his demanding red c**k. “But later,” he told Rachel, trying to regain his composure, “later—after I’ve f****d you so much that I can hardly get it up anymore.” He grinned crookedly. “Mm, and then you’re going to get me excited again,” he instructed matter-of-factly, “and you’re going to tell me all about it, every dirty detail, until I just whack myself off all over your naughty
