Seeing Heather, she paused and said, “Good. You’re back.” But her eyes narrowed when she saw the full glass of water. “I needed an empty glass,” she said with exasperation.
Glancing at it, Heather did the only thing she could think of and quickly swallowed the contents while wishing it was something stronger, vodka preferably. “Sorry. I was thirsty,” she said, uncertain as to why she was lying.
“Okay,” Rebecca said to Nick. “Here we go.” She slowly eased the strapon into his ass. He inhaled slowly and deeply, taking the entire impressive length.
“Wow,” Heather breathed.
If they heard her, neither Nick nor Rebecca reacted. The dark-haired woman slowly began f*****g her husband like a man would f**k a woman. It was odd to watch, not just because of the role reversal and the fact that Reb
