. Pl-please don't stop..."Claire didn't. At least not for a few more minutes until she sensed herhusband's sac tightening. She released the well lubri...cated fuck-tool intimely manner before climbing onto Scott's hips. Still decently dressed,the make believe wife yanked her drenched panty crotch aside beforelowering her box onto her husband's glistening member. The womanlypleasures coursed through her petite figure as her vagina wall expandedand stretched. She trembled slightly as she savoured. When she noticed my chest was bare, she slid her hand down further. When she reached my cock she grabbed it and stroked it a few times before sliding her hand down further to my ass. She didn't even check if it was lubed, instead she just shoved her index finger fully inside my asshole. It had been about an hour since my cousin deposited his load inside me so it was already beginning to dry, but it was still good lube. So when her finger went inside my raw ass, it didn't hurt as bad as it could. What if it’s a completely different person? I told her that when Dev approach us at the reception, you look at him and see if he is the right person and if she is happy to go ahead.. If she wants to walk away then she just need to move away from me when I try to fob him off. And if she stays with me then that’s the sign that she wants to go ahead with this. This additional opportunity to verify / reject was sufficient enough to get her to the hotel. We got to the hotel and waited in the car. I pulled off my shirt, leaving my bra on. I reached under one cup to give my nipple a quick pinch (I'm a sucker for a small pinch or two) then slid my hands down to my waist. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. With my thumps in my waist, I slid down my jeans and thong together. I tiny string of my juices pulled out with my thong, causing me to involuntarily let out a small moan. I was so horny I just left them bunched around my ankles. My right hand traced its way from my.