The desk was creaking a bit. Her face was on the table near my desktop, my phone lying next to the keyboard lit up. I imagined it must be a text.I was... pounding her hard.“Deeper…Yesss, deeper. Hit my cervix,” she moaned.After a few minutes, my phone started ringing. My wife’s pic came up.“She is hot," Rachel said as she swiped the phone the wrong way as I thrust deep into her.I froze. My wife's voice came over on the phone. My cock was still buried in Rachel. I indicated to her to put the. Ich hatte das Kleid vor meinem Mann versteckt, das ich gestern gekauft hatte.Er hätte sich gefragt, warum ich es kaufte, wenn wir nichts Neues vorhatten. Ich nahm die kleine braune Tasche vom obersten Brett und zog den neuen Hüftgürtel heraus, den ich gestern gekauft hatte, und schlang ihn um meine winzige Taille. Ich hatte ihn nicht getragen seit unseren Flitterwochen und es fühlte sich ziemlich seltsam an jetzt einen zu tragen. Kathy wollte, dass ich hautfarbene Strümpfe trug, so dass ich ein. He spent a long time washing me there and even massaged the soap firmly between my ass cheeks. The pressure on my asshole was wonderful. I had no idea what was to follow but I was absolutely loving the moment. All too suddenly, Allan was finished washing me and he gave his shower gel to me. “You’re up, Dean,” he said and he stood proudly in front of me waiting to be cleaned. I started on his chest, it was so pumped after his gym session that I could feel every muscle. I tried to enjoy the. Have I mentioned how much I like whipped cream with my dessert, though?’ Lisa laughed and Gretchen smiled wickedly. ‘We haven’t determined if you deserve dessert yet, so talking about whipped cream is a bit premature.’ She held up a hand as I started to protest. ‘Besides, I think there’s going to be a lot of cream flowing tonight. I’m not sure if it’s going to be whipped, but I think you’ll probably still want to lick it all up!’ Lisa laughed again. ‘I think she topped you, Hawk.’ I bit back.