Mrs. D's Pleasure
Bob surprises Mrs. D and I, so I encourage him to join us.
It wasn’t warm in the room, but we were covered with a sheen of sweat from our exertions. I was buried deep within Mrs. D, grinding my pubic hair against her clit. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, heels pulling against my butt, urging me to go harder. The room was filled with her moans, my grunts, the squishy sounds from her nether regions, and the scent of her passion. “What the fuck?” in a voice I recognized i...