“Your pussy hungry for man meat?” I asked her. Porn My frigid wife could go fuck herself, I didn’t care. I looked at her in astonishment. She expertly took my length into her deep throuting me. I still smacked her arse. Automatically I reached out to take hold of the mounds of flesh which had my utter and complete attention. I gazed like a dribbling old man. I pretended to be asleep. Ann and I enjoyed a wonderful full sex life, she enjoyed dressing up, in outfits purposely too small for her voluptuous figure. I don’t think ever knew about us, if she did she never said anything.
