I was already lost. My honey was dripping, my legs were trembling… I came right there, uncontrollably. He had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream. A few more thrusts… and he came. Hard. Deep. I stayed there, feeling everything, trying to catch my breath. When he finished, he looked at my husband—who was already finishing himself off with a handjob—and called out: “Come on… clean up your wife.” 👠 Forgive me for the delay… the move to a new city really got to me. But the second part of The Cuckold of the Condo is finally out—and it was worth the wait. 😈

We kissed hungrily, hurriedly, tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth, as if we'd been waiting for this for far too long. I felt his hard, big cock throbbing inside his pants, pressing against my stomach. My legs went weak instantly. He held me by the waist, lifting me slightly, keeping me pressed against him, while I felt exactly the size of the problem I'd just gotten myself into. He hesitated for a second, looked me in the eyes and asked: — And your husband? I couldn't hold back my laughter. I looked at him with that smile that was already an answer and said, without any shame: — Don't worry. He's a wimp… actually, he'll like it. The full story is much hotter than I can tell you here. If you're brave enough to read it, send me a message… 😈👠💍🍌