My Wife Shares a Bedroom with Her Best Friend and I Feel Like He's Fucking Her Next to Me
Her breaths are heavy, lips pressed to his skin as he grips her hips, grinding into her. She moans, eyes locked on her friend’s face, lips parted, tongue darting. He watches, pulse racing, as she takes him deep, her friend’s hands on her thighs, guiding her. The air thick with lust, sweat, and whispered promises of more.
Her breaths are heavy, lips pressed to his skin as he grips her hips, grinding into her. She moans, eyes locked on her friend’s face, lips parted, tongue darting. He watches, pulse racing, as she takes him deep, her friend’s hands on her thighs, guiding her. The air thick with lust, sweat, and whispered promises of more.
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