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The girl reached for a gel and the bartender handed it over to her. From the way a cold air clung onto it, it was obvious that it had been put in a fridge.
The girl pressed some quantity into her hand and smeared it around her palm. Staring up at him, she clamped her fist over his d**k.
Sammy let out a thick sigh, his lips separating slightly. His chest heaved just slightly as though he was relishing in the cold that melted against his skin.
“How does it feel?” She asked, slowly running her hand up and down his erect c**k.
Sammy exhaled again. “It feels so nice,” he said, half a groan, half a sigh.
“Mmhmmm.” The woman let out a soft moan, like she too was enjoying my husband’s c**k.
I stared at him, watching, relishing the way her hand moved on his c**k. My p***y hummed
