I’m in apt 212.’ ‘OK. After dinner I can give you a massage, if you would like that of course. I’m not asking you to get naked for me or anyth...ng, just an offer.’ Tyler said. ‘I know, that sounds nice. See you in a few hours.’ Willow headed to her apartment and took a long shower. Her body ached for attention, and in some ways, she wanted to give herself to Tyler later. Yet she did not want to rush into intercourse, or let him think she was easy. She slipped on a red blouse and a black skirt. He was massive and gorgeous. He could easily be mistaken for Aquaman, Jason Momoa. He pulled up a chair and positioned it between us. He paid most of his attention to me. While I enjoyed it, that wasn’t our plan for this night. I kept reaching across him to talk to Vicki to keep her involved. Each time I leaned over, I also took the opportunity to touch his bulging muscles including his love muscle, which was also bulging. One time I grabbed Vicki’s hand and placed it on Aquaman’s cock. She. You waited like she told you. You wanted to masturbate so badly, but you waited. You waited while she was fucking her boyfriend, while his cock filled her pussy like you’ve never been able to. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You imagined your wife on her back, her legs wrapped around him, his ten thick inches plunging into her over and over again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you heard the garage door open. Her car pulled in. Your heart started pumping in your chest. Your. And the way her female costar – the Federal agent, not the gang leader’s mistress – had been using her sharp white teeth on those nipples, I just knew that Atlanta’s pussy had been seriously juicing up... I had no idea who the lady was, but she was HOT. A beautiful, rounded ebony face, framed by luxuriant straightened black hair in a long bob, which smoothly transformed to a professional ponytail when she was in FBI uniform in another scene. Gorgeous tits on a trim and toned – but not skinny –.