“Damn Kirsten that is not the first time that has happened to me, but you really soaked me.” Darren said as he looked down her still writhing on the bed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Village sex Her body was practically squirming on the bed as he got even closer to her crotch this time. I could taste my wife’s pussy juices as she was starting to get wetter. He slowly pushed more into her, inch by inch, trying to get his thick member inside of her. I led him to the kitchen where my wife was just washing off the countertops. His dick was covered in their combined juices as I felt it rub up against the side of my head. Darren was standing there, he was wearing black dress paints, with a green button down shirt. Her pussy was finally getting excited enough where she could take almost his whole member deep inside of her.
