Brian watched as Jenny’s head bobbed up and down, Mark’s hand on her head, guiding her as he watched her enjoy his thick c**k.
“Look at how your wife is devouring Mark’s c**k,” Brenda said as she leaned up against Brian. He felt her hand slide down his stomach to his c**k, rubbing his hard member through his bathing suit. “You want to tell me you hate it, but your body doesn’t lie, and from what I’m feeling, she’ll love having my husband’s long, thick, black c**k buried inside of her. We’ll have to find another use for you, though, won’t we?” She gripped his c**k, squeezing it hard. “Get out of your bathing suit and get your little ass up by those chairs.” She then turned and moved to the stairs as she untied her bathing suit top, letting it fall to the pool’s surface as she walked.
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