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Forbidden though it may be, things begin to heat up between them.It was later in the night and Kyle was lying on his bed recounting the events that happened earlier in the day. He made out with his best friends Mum, a woman he had been fantasizing about for years. "She smelt really good." he thought remembering the smell of her perfume, how it felt to have her body pressed against his. The thoughts started to get his cock feel hard enough that he needed some relief. As he was about to unbutton his jeans his phone chimed. He looked over and grabbed it from his bedside cabinet, he looked at his phone and it was a message from Natalie via Messenger.Natalie: Can we talk?Kyle: Yeah sure.Natalie: It's about what we did earlier today. It was wrong.Kyle: I know and I want to say sorry for that. I shouldn't of kissed you like that but I just couldn't help myself.Natalie: And I shoudn't of kissed you back the way I did. I guess I should be sorry too. But it did get thinking.Kyle: About. She extended her hand and pulled Chris of the couch. Hips swaying, she led him upstairs to the bedroom. Hungry for love, she pushed her husband down on the bed. Surprised at the change in his wife and horny as hell, Chris let it all happen.Lisa kissed her partner briefly, undid his pants and pulled them off his legs. There was a wet dot in his underwear at the tip of his erection. Lisa almost tore the boxers apart and looked at her husband’s hard, lively penis. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the excited cock. It was years since she had done this. Blowjobs were never her favourite, but now she left like it. Chris groaned and took of his T-shirt. Lisa looked up at his lean body. Her man worked out often, and she had long felt bad for not appreciating it more.Half in the world of her favourite smut and half in the present, Lisa sucked her husband like never before. All inhibitions had vanished from her mind. Her hand crept between her legs and found her pussy wet and.
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