“Fuck, you’re so wet.” It’s then when the taxi arrives and he stops what he’s doing to open the car for her. Once seated inside, after giv...ng the address to the driver, he tastes his finger. “You taste so good,” he whispers, unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. “Now, baby, keep your promise.” She kneels down and strokes his cock for a moment, remembering. She wants to do it exactly in the same way she used to tell him she would suck his cock when they were chatting. It’s been. It made me want to find out more.If I took a more positive, proactive role as a would-be cuckold male, I found I could join in some outrageous fantasies of wife sharing, wife seduction and even prostitution, something I found as exciting as it was disturbing.It wasn’t long before my desire to learn more and be aroused more, led me to kick off some of these sessions myself, pretending to be my cuckold husband.It wasn’t long after that before I began to use my own real name and description as his. The messages were now lasting a fullhour. Lotion was added to the mix, then later ablindfold. I began to wonder, “Did she want me? Was Ione step away from a wild fuck session? Was she waitingfor me to make a move?” I remembered her warning after Ihad kissed her some months ago. I decided to go one stepfurther. During one massage, I let my hand brush againsther pussy. No reaction. Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould. .Ahhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhh" Hanna screams as she is taken with such welcome surprise. Their joining clitorises give off a tingling sensation from the very first touch. Secretions flow as their sensitive genitals swell with pleasure. The beanbag chair offered the perfect angle for Megan as she plants her right knee against the left wall of the closet. Her left barefoot is planted firmly on the ground in front of Hanna. Megan grinds her hard as her hips move effortlessly. Megan's control.