Tasting Her
After a hour listening to the lewd wet sounds penetrating the wall, she comes into the spare room and stands before me.
“Look how wet I am, and yes, he wore a condom.” She slips two fingers between her legs, brings them up between us, then pops them into her own mouth. “Aww, did you want a taste?” “On your knees, then.” I comply, but instead of spreading her legs for me, he appears at her side, cock sheathed, the condom visibly full. “Suck my juices off his condom. Get him hard and you can have the condom to play with. He’s staying the nig...