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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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. . . She moves over to him, he feels her lean on the arms of his chair, her purfume and scent of her hair wafting to him. He feels her weight move from one arm to the next then settle. "mmm yeah" she utters, he feels the chair gently rock, her panting in his face, he can smell bull on her breath. Then she licks his lip , "he is nice and thick" she wispers. His little cock is straining under his robe, scenes he can only vision, trying his best with the small input his wife is relaying to him. The rocking is a constant rythem, with a bump at the end of each motion, every now and then he feels a brush of hair at his cheek, and bulls feet at his. She leans further forward as the rythem increases, she moans a little louder for bull to fuck her deep, then he stops and the weight lifts from his chair. He hears the bed again. Little wispers, a shuffle, then she sighs, "ahh, if only you could see this" . Whats she doing ? What cant i see ? The room feels motionless, no creaking, sucking or slurping. Just a very quiet whimper of her. "ooh . . . . . Oh. . . . . . . Ahhhhh. . . . . God . . . " he tries his hardest too peer under the blindfold, nothing. He could take it off and see if he wanted, but chooses to attempt and decypher the scene himself. The bed slowly creaks, she moans deeper as the creaking builds. "oh god, this feels like heaven cucky" . He has an idea , is he . . . . . |