He started to rub the dripping secretion with his fingers all over my vulva, slapping it so we could both feel the lubricating wetness. As my hubby wa... naked too I could feel his pre cum dripping dickhead accidentally stroking my inner thigh. His lush pre cum is my addiction.My husband used his middle finger to insert it into my pussy. He moved his finger to my face and applied the cream around my lips then made me lick it off. My man stood right in front of me, his arms on his hips, aiming. Taking his hands he spread my pussy lips then the inner lips far apart pulling them until it hurt. It wasnt a bad hurt I was to horny for it to be a bad hurt, his tongue entered me, and I squirted right into his mouth, on his face, and all over his shirt, my thighs quivered, tightening around his head. I shook uncontrollably for a few seconds before I could settle down. When he moved his head up his face was wet and he was smiling, he loved for me to squirt him in the face no matter how much of. He was nicely tanned and wore dense stubble all over his face. He was wearing shorts and a sweat stained T-shirt, he had a tribal tattoo on his right bicep peeking from under his sleeve. He hung up his phone and turned to me "'sup man?" "Hey, why aren't you going home?" I asked him. "Uh… my parents are hosting some guests today for dinner so I don't wanna walk in all sweaty and smelly, wouldn't be polite!" "Yea I get it… so, how are things going on with Becca?" I hated Becca, she was the. "First off, Hartwell family tradition. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, they leave town every weekend to go visit relatives. You should know that."Dave hadn't remembered but did once Emily mentioned it. The Hartwell's were a very family-oriented clan. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas they would leave town every single weekend to go off and visit one relative or another. It wouldn't end until Christmas day when the entire family would gather at an elderly invalid uncle's house to celebrate.