Consummate artist. Dwindling with respect to circumstance. Strives for perfection. Amongst plastic romance.
Special one with my pussy and butthole. Yayy!!
You knew you shouldn’t leave her alone with Brad, but they kept making up reasons for you to have to leave the house. On and on their reasons came as the day went on. You were successful in doing away with most of them, but they were pretty ingenious and finally they conspired to drink more than you, so that when it was time to go pick up dinner, you were the one who had to go. “Let’s order delivery,” you said, thinking you had saved yourself. With an oh-so-innocent grin, your wife said, “Awww, no honey, I hate pizza, and besides, I already called in our order while you were in the bathroom.” And when she told you where she had ordered from, you knew the game was over. She had picked a place on the far side of town, it would take you at least 45 minutes to get there and back. You had been fighting an undeclared battle all day, no one willing to admit what was at stake, and now you had been beaten. You lowered your head, picked up your keys and when you kissed your wife goodbye, you looked deeply into her eyes, silently begging her to be good. But you could already see from the excitement in her eyes, that she was beyond stopping and she’d be experiencing Brad’s legendary cock before you were 3 blocks away.