Isn’t that what’s important?”Mind? Well, perhaps most men would mind seeing their wife with another man. But not me, and not since we made our d...al. Watching my wife fuck and suck other guys was an incredible turn-on! And it wasn’t as if our deal hadn’t let me get my share of exotic babes. As I lay there, my mind raced back to the events of the recent past. How did we get here? To this life of raw, unbridled passion? To answer that for you we have to go back further, to a month ago. . With the soft caress of his palm against my cheek, smoothing ever so softly down my neck, he took my soul. His other hand tangled in my hair, my own resting upon his chest, slowing running up to grasp his shoulders as I simply flew off as an exotic bird caught in the motions of avoiding its eventual capture. Oh, but I was already his. His hands flowed down my body just as those waves crashed onto the shore. He was my moonlight – I was his sea – he pulled forth soft moans from my slightly. While Meketre was trying to clear his eyes and spit out the large quantity of blood that had flowed into his mouth from his crushed nose, Jonar kicked him in the midsection, more to stun him since the young lord wore a breastplate and mail. The disorientated man bent over to retrieve his breath. The ground and Jonar's feet would be the last things he ever saw; the expatriated boy's axe bit into the Jukaadi-Lore scion's neck, sending his head rolling over to stop at Brashklar Xukarsson's. She did so hesitantly. I went close to her and whispered in her ear, “Get ready,” and gave the camera. Her joy knew no bounds as she just leaped and hug me such a way that I had to take a couple of steps back.My hands immediately embraced her bare tummy and back and she bent forward and gave a peck on the cheek. I didn’t let her go but held her tight. My cock was now stiff and I pulled her closely to me. She seemed to like it and closed her eyes lifting up her chin. I held her waist as she put.