That’s a dinner bell for you buster.
Amazing! Brings back some great memories, but at the same time, so glad to have the ******* out of the house so that this can be done much more often than monthly!
That is extremely beautiful
sounds like my wife. or at least how I want her to be.
her legs and body are spectacular.
Thank you very much for your lovely comments! Really do appreciate them!Amazing! Brings back some great memories, but at the same time, so glad to have the ******* out of the house so that this can be done much more often than monthly!
For my wife, I'd love the idea of her going straight from the hotel to church, and putting on her prim, proper Sunday outfit in front of the man that she was just very naughty for.
Great, very erotic work, as usual.
The type of wife I am dream of
Your posts drive me so wild, and with the lockdown and pause in action, my mind is absolutely racing. Here’s another thought your post gives me.Thank you very much for your lovely comments! Really do appreciate them!
Donna
Your posts drive me so wild, and with the lockdown and pause in action, my mind is absolutely racing. Here’s another thought your post gives me.
I’d love it if, next Easter, my wife spends the weekend with a very well-endowed and energetic young black man at his apartment. I will ask her to dress for church in front of him and also pick out his Easter outfit so that he looks so handsome for his family. When she is finished putting on her crisp white shirt, her cable knit v neck sweater, her pearls, and her bright pastel-colored dress pants, she should take a series of pictures. One, a mirror shot with her looking proper in the reflection but also a handsome black stud on the bed with a sheet over his nether regions. Then hand him the phone, give him a fabulous farewell blowjob, and have him take pictures of it. Swallow it all up, adjust your makeup (but not too perfectly! Leave the tiniest hint), pack up your bags and meet me and our grown ******* directly in the pew at church. Whisper in my ear “I got the pictures you wanted” and start singing hymns and pretending you’re the most straight-laced wife in the whole congregation.
Thanks. Mind still racing: I’d love to see the text he sends her, thanking her for an outstanding weekend, saying he wants to marry a proper white wife just like her, saying “say hi to your lucky husband for me,” and with a mirror selfie of him looking handsome in his Easter outfit that she picked out. Bonus points if her phone buzzes with it while we’re still at church.That's hot!
Sounds like an awesome plan to me!Your posts drive me so wild, and with the lockdown and pause in action, my mind is absolutely racing. Here’s another thought your post gives me.
I’d love it if, next Easter, my wife spends the weekend with a very well-endowed and energetic young black man at his apartment. I will ask her to dress for church in front of him and also pick out his Easter outfit so that he looks so handsome for his family. When she is finished putting on her crisp white shirt, her cable knit v neck sweater, her pearls, and her bright pastel-colored dress pants, she should take a series of pictures. One, a mirror shot with her looking proper in the reflection but also a handsome black stud on the bed with a sheet over his nether regions. Then hand him the phone, give him a fabulous farewell blowjob, and have him take pictures of it. Swallow it all up, adjust your makeup (but not too perfectly! Leave the tiniest hint), pack up your bags and meet me and our grown ******* directly in the pew at church. Whisper in my ear “I got the pictures you wanted” and start singing hymns and pretending you’re the most straight-laced wife in the whole congregation.
The best part: Husband is reclaiming his wife. He got turned on and is aggressively acting on it. Wife will have the best day of being fucked she's probably ever had. Oh Donna, Donna, Donna...
The best part: Husband is reclaiming his wife. He got turned on and is aggressively acting on it. Wife will have the best day of being fucked she's probably ever had. Oh Donna, Donna, Donna...