You sure know how to blow a guy...”She looked up at him, quickly. The man took his smart-phone out. Checked something. It took her a while, then it ...awned on her; he was watching porn on his phone!“He is lucky to be married to a skilful whore like you, Geraldine...”Maybe, but Paul never did anything close to this. A bit of blind-folding on a few, select occasion, a few blow-jobs and some bland lights-out sex. Never what she really needed and wanted, never taking control over her. “You will suck. "Maybe later." Carefully, he eased the medallion back in line with the others.When Mike turned his back to look at the carved wooden animals in the next booth, I caught the proprietor's eye, held a finger to my lips for silence, and pulled a couple of bills out of my wallet. He dropped the necklace into a small paper bag and winked at me as he handed me my change. "Your boyfriend's a lucky guy."He's not my boyfriend, was on the tip of my tongue. But there was no need to go into the details.. It only took ten minutes for me to get home and headed straight for my bed. I took off all my clothes and laid flat on the bed. My husband came out of nowhere, naked, and jumped on the bed and buried his face in my snatch. He started to lick my snatch clean and was turning me on. After a minute he mounted me and started to fuck my gooey cunt and soon spewed his seed deep into my cunt. He collasped on the bed next to me. He asked me about the man I fucked earlier. I told him I did not get his. My cock responded by swelling up in her mouth, slowly pushing out, as it grew hard and thickened. She could barely get past the purplish head by the time it was fully erect.She started licking up and down the shaft, base to tip, along both sides. She formed her slender lips into a pout and ran them over my glans, back and forth, making me rock hard. She pulled away slightly and watched it, twitching and throbbing, in her tiny hands."Bring that hot little pussy up here," I urged, gesturing to my.