Chapter 174 Wife Becomes A Christmas Elf Slut Il

• "I think I should be a bad elf," she breathed, grinding her pussy down on my cock. "Santa's naughty elf."
• She began to ride me in earnest, her wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft. She leaned back, leaning her hands against my knees, her breasts thrust out and falling toward her sides under their own weight. As they started to bounce up and down as her pussy clenched and pumped my cock, I reach up to lift and squeeze them. They were massive, heavy, soft, and jiggling as we fucked.
• My wife began to talk dirty, sharing her filthy fantasies and feelings from the day.