Sage. Wendy Anne

with his slightly unzippered jeans, bringing my face closer. His eyes shut faintly, with my nose brushing on his showing parts. I yank his jeans open. I wet my parched lips as I swallowed my husband whole, caressing him with my tongue boastfully. It isn’t long before he rubs my lips dry, even with the saliva and precum dripping out of the corners of my mouth. Pulling away, I decide to rip his pants off and, seconds later, my own, bending over the love seat, gesturing him to mount me. Grabbing my slender waist and working his way down to my hard petite curves, he does exactly that. He holds me effortlessly and works my hips into a rotation, causing us to come in unison.