She released his c**k and turned her head towards Tom.
“Look at the mess he made of your wife,” she breathed, c*m and drool spilling from the sides of her mouth.
“f**k, that’s hot,” Tom said softly, and with a start, Austin realized he’d pulled his c**k from his boxers and was slowly stroking it.
His c**k matched the rest of him, damn it was big, and again the idea Hannah sucked and rode this every night gave him an unexpected thrill.
Hannah grabbed Austin’s shirt from the floor and wiped her face and chest off.
“Hey, I have to wear that,” he complained.
“Poor you,” she tossed it on the floor, and he noticed her voice was hoarse from having her throat abused. “You had your fun, I’m horny, and” she grabbed his c**k. “You’re still hard.”
“Youth, wasted on the young,” Tom said.
“Well,
