Gabriel looked up to the second floor. In which room did that son-of-a-bitch Daniel have his wife? Movement from the main room had him and Mike duckin... behind some shrubs near a corner of the house. Daniel lounged on the bench of the piano in the parlor as Paulina paced back and forth before him. Her voice though muffled sounded like she was angry. Daniel caressed the keys of the piano in careless indifference. Mike prodded him again and pointed to the side of the mansion. Gabriel followed him.. There were heavy curtains on the windows, and the overhead lights were old, maybe even antiques, but they gave a pleasant warm and yellow light. Still, for being such a big room it seemed like it should have more in it than just that futon thing.On the opposite side there was a tiled area, with a little lip around it. I guessed that was for washing the dogs. There was a deep sink, but mounted on the floor with a single faucet and a two or three foot long hose attached. A drain sat in the floor. It was all in her and my balls were slamming hard against her asshole.She was licking and sucking my fingers like a whore and I was loving her expression whilst doing so. She then locked her feet behind my back and was pulling me deeper and deeper into her pussy.She was enjoying the cock of her husband’s younger brother. I grabbed her hands to the side and licked her sweaty armpits’ am really fetish about beautiful armpits.She just hugged me tight and grabbed my bums and her body twitched. She. Wants to feel all the places they can align. Wants to connect.Shakily, he stands. He sits her on the edge of the table just long enough to drag her legs around him. Just long enough to slide his hands from the small of her back to the curve of her backside. He moans at the way she fits against him.He stumbles blindly out of the kitchen and across the living room. When Jo sucks on his lower lip, pulling ever so lightly at it with her teeth, he falters and they slam into the wall with a shared.