“Smell his spunk, Charlie,” she whispered, holding her sticky fingers where he could see them. “Don’t worry – I’m not going to make you lick it up this time. Did you enjoy my hand job, sweetie?”
“Yes!” he gasped. “Th…thank you, Alina.”
“And what do you say to the nice man?”
“Th…thank you, Mr. Smith…for f*****g me in the ass.”
“You’re welcome, Charlie. Maybe next time you’d like to suck me off?”
Alina giggled wickedly. “Goodness! That sounds yummy, doesn’t it, Charlie?”
“W…w…we c…can talk about it,” her husband answered nervously.
Alina leaned down and bit his n****e hard. Her husband called out in pain.
“Yes! Yes, I’d love to suck your c**k, Mr. Smith!” he cried.
“You really do have him well trained, Alina!” Jordan told her, chuckling.
“Thank you. I try my best.”
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