Michelle lay on the bed with her legs spread as was her pussy. The space between her legs was like a roadmap to the centre of the world. She laid there squirming and moaning, begging me to come on and get on top of her. I’d have wanted to eat her pussy, but she shook her head. She wanted me to skip the side dish and give her the main menu. The main menu that I bore between my legs, standing ramrod stiff like a flagpole. Yeah, she wanted the dick, for sure.
“Oh, don’t bother about him,” she said impatiently, indicating her husband, Dan, who still had his eyes fixated on us while still grabbling with his chastity-caged penis. “Don’t worry about him, babe,” she said to me. “He ain’t gonna bother us. Are you, darling?”
Dan shook his head emphatically. “No way, hon. I sure won’t bother.”
“You see?” She smiled cheekily at me. “He’s such a trained pet, my husband is.”
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