The cold leather couch that is slowly warming up with our bodies entangled together. He’s close to me, placing himself between my legs to get as close as possible, his bare chest hair grazing my knee as he gently cleans off the razor from the first stroke. He’s taking care of me.
Ryan stares at the weapon the stranger is using to drive his wife crazy. The guy’s erection is at least 10 inches long; as thick as Alana’s wrist. The swollen head appears larger than the shaft, a big crowned tip at the end of his spear, wet with her juices.
She moans as I stand there, that familiar tone that I hear as her orgasm is building deep within her. I’m still shocked and can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s on the bed, riding the Pulse with what looks like her favorite dildo sliding in and out of her. It’s not incredibly long, but it’s thick and she always loves the full feeling she gets with it.