a slender bread roll through Holly's wet p***y lips, and then offering the glistening morsel to Lana, who licked and ate it with a wide smile.
When the show was over, Lana's folks came by the table to chat, and again, Lana stopped my wife from covering up, also leaving her own p***y exposed under the table.
Although my d**k was safely tucked inside my pants, I was still glad that it was hidden by the table, because, as Holly had predicted, it had drooled enough pre-c*m from all the teasing to produce a serious wet spot on my pant leg. I just hoped that the black slacks and dim light would be enough to hide it when we got up to leave.
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In the backseat of the Uber, we again put Holly in the middle, and Lana sat behind the driver. In direct line-of-sight in his mirror, Holly had to beh
