“If I didn’t like your dress, would I be in this state right now?” he asked, motioning toward the growing tent in his pants. Lanie flashed him a...sexy smile and he approached her, stopping when he was close enough to put his hands on her hips. “You haven’t seen the back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around. Logan forgot to breathe as he took in the sight. Her ass. Holy fucking hell. He had been hard before she’d turned around but his cock was now rock solid… and his palm had. I felt extremely awkwardwalking in them. Natalie noticed and told me that I would get used tothem in time. I was sure that I did not want to get used to them, butI didn't dare say that to her.She smiled as she heard my heels clicking on the wood flooring in herhallway before we both headed for the door. She smiled at me and askedif I was forgetting anything. That's when I remembered I did not havemy keys or wallet given my lack of pockets.She handed me a small black shoulder bag and told me. My cock slips in easily, I start to fuck her - we are building a good rhythm when suddenly we hear footsteps. I stop my thrusting, Bunty doesn't stop at all though and continues rocking to and fro, then circling her hips. The tap tap tap of the footsteps outside continues, Bunty keeps gyrating. As I approach climax I place my middle finger on to her anus and gently push. She gasps, her ass is tight but the juice from her pussy does the job and it yields. My finger can feel my dick moving within. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “What are doing Flo” I yelled. “Training honey” she mumbled and again her head was bobbing up and down. Anthony was moaning and thrusting up to meet her. “Oh Pete, she is so sexy mate. I envy you” he said as I could hear Felicity making gurgling noises. It was several minutes of furious sucking before Anthony groaned and filled my wife’s mouth with cum. “God, thank you” he groaned. Felicity turned and smiled at me. Anthony got dressed and Felicity told me.
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