Cuckold In Barcelona. Chapter 3. New Meeting.
Iris tells me about her encounter, and another date is arranged.
I drove home impatiently, with Iris leaning on my shoulder, very relaxed, but still stroking my cock provocatively. When we got home, as soon as we closed the door, we threw ourselves on top of each other, kissing and hugging with a passion I hadn't remembered for a long time. Before I knew it, I started to take off her clothes while she was taking off mine. Half undressed, we walked to the bedroom, hugging, kissing, grop...