Humiliated by My Wife . . . and her Lover
BASED ON A TRUE STORY: It was approaching noon when D. called to say he was on his way. He’d needed to decompress for several hours due to the lengthy flight getting here from halfway across the world.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY: It was approaching noon when D. called to say he was on his way. He’d needed to decompress for several hours due to the lengthy flight getting here from halfway across the world.
My wife’s booty has gotten bigger over the years. Her butt was big enough and I could barely see beyond her cheeks whenever she climbed on the bed.
She blew out the birthday candles, then I asked if she had any wish. “I want to have a gangbang,” she candidly declared.
Cynthia had loosened my belt, undone my jean buttons, and was attempting to wrestle my jeans down my waist. I was double-minded whether to assist her or scramble out of her home.
I used to be a shy, innocent college girl. That changed when I met Issac, and he promptly introduced me to his dick.