“Tyyyler, let’s go dancy hun!” He grumbled something about being too drunk and tired from work. Porn sex She puffed out her lips. Marshall had noticed that Beverly was acting a little strange. Images of the night prior flashed across his mind. “Uh, I-“
“Relax, Marshall. “Uh, I-“
“Relax, Marshall. Man, I don’t know.”
“Of course man, Bev loves it. You know that pussy looks fucking perfect.”
Glancing back, he watched her just ooze more juice, beads running down her inner thigh. Bev twirled her finger through the longer side of her asymmetrical hair and sighed, cocking her eyes to the side. She kept grinding her ass right up against his cock and kept flashing little smiles. Bev grabbed his head and whispered in his ear, “Wanna know somethin’ dirty?”
“What’s that?”
She giggled a little, “No panties,” she finished, biting her lip as she lifted her skirt just so. Her eyes flashing at him, that hint of that perfect ass under the dress, the thought made him just as hard as he was that night. I know what’s going on, follow me.”
Marshall led him to the master bedroom, where his wife was already tied down to the bed, and blindfolded.
