Mr. I lost awareness of how much I was cumming, only aware that I felt turned inside out after my orgasm had dwindled to small little pulses as the last of my sperm was squeezed out of me. Porn vedio Carter, um D-Debbie, everything was fine. “Can you blame me, honey?” Mrs. Carter’s impressive piece of equipment and Mrs. Carter held her breath as I began to swirl my tongue around the head. Her breathing became more ragged as she pulled away a little and ran her hands over my chest. Duh, Mr. “Come, look here, Rob,” Debbie said as she walked into the living room and to the couch. “Oh, that’s delicious!” he proclaimed as he pulled away. “Yes, please,” I replied. I was totally and completely busted. I gasped and grabbed onto Mrs. Carter shuddered for a moment, then grabbed her husband’s growing cock in her hand and lowered her head. “You’re going to like this, at least I know I did.”
It was then that, instead of the now familiar opening credits to “My Wife the Slut”, an image appeared that horrified me more than I could have imagined.
