Chapter 1394 Working Breakfast(Erotic Fuck):>Ep3

• I allowed myself a quiet groan when she sat back on her heels, wiping the drool off her chin. I brought the phone back to my ear, and I could still hear a conversation going on in Spanish. My wife swallowed, blinked her watery eyes, and sniffled again.
• The sense of relief I felt when she stood up was profound — but short-lived. She walked over to the recliner, popped the footrest, and then climbed into it facing away from me. Down went her leggings, revealing that perfect ass and pussy to me. She wasn't wearing panties. There was a wet spot in the crotch, and hints of white where some of it had dried. She'd been soaked for a while.
• My wife looked over her shoulder and beckoned me with a crooked finger. I pulled the phone away from my ear and shook my head in such an exaggerated way that it was nearly a full 180° arch.