“Why did you marry her, Mr. Milf sex She made my girl-dick throb and my pussy clench. You so infuriated me.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered. My panties were amazing. “Fuck, you’re hung for a girl!” the MILF moaned. She was attended by another woman in another fur-coat, a normal woman. I had grown so used to all the power I had. That untouched twat felt amazing about my dick. She was a sexy, young woman wearing a tight skirt and bustier top, a tie around her bare throat and dangling between her tits. They needed to get rid of all those tan lines. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. “Yeah, you’re a good cock-sucker.”
“Have fun,” a guy said as he jogged by to exit the beach. They needed to get rid of all those tan lines. “Whores, set us up over there,” I said, pointing to the middle of the beach.
