She hungered. I know; I'd seen that flashing in her eyes so many times before. That pure--hunger. It was emulating from her very being, radiating outward in lustful hues of passion, pushing her nipples outward, swelling her vulva, dripping anticipation, her eyes alive, dancing, her skin shimmering: lust.

I watched as my wife lowered her head into the lap of this nearly total stranger, his cock offered up to her, the head brushing her cheek, her hand slowly, lovingly stroking. And then her lips wrapped wetly around his girth, and she hungrily slid his length deep into her throat.

 

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