I had no choice. Sheryl bucked and rolled her hips, fucking my fingers. XXX “Don’t stroke him,” I said as I slid the seat all the way back. Her pace quickened. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hand. Do something to him that I can’t do.”
Sheryl pulled off what was left of her torn top. It makes us weak. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a whole new world. Keith’s reaction was one of a concerned husband. I stroked her wet lips and her hips rose up from the seat to meet my fingers. “No! “Cum. He was too busy helping his wife’s cheating ass up out the street. He didn’t shoot me. Her pussy was
