Damn Mark Glassner, and damn the authorities for letting the monster roam free! What a sweet husband I had. Porn sex I needed to cum, badly. Someone would help me. He kissed my lips, gently, his hands sliding down my dress to give my breast a gentle squeeze. It wasn’t fucking fair! I was soaking wet, my pussy aching for his cock. Marshal was already asleep, snoring softly, so I quietly opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out my new vibrator, slipping off to the bathroom. “My husband’s crazy! “I need you inside me so badly!”
Marshal crawled up my body and my hand fumbled at his belt. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed and started kissing me back. I was excited to go. The stall door burst open and Marshal was there, fury in his eyes. It makes me so hot when you’re all jealous, Bill!”
God, why was I even letting this guy fuck me? “I’m going to explode! Marshal’s cock felt just good enough to get me going. “That was great, sugar,” he moaned, kissing me on the lips.
