And wait...Then finally he replies with a winky face asking where. I tell him to come to mine. I'm so excited that I can't wait, I sit there watching the clock tick. As it gets to 11, I'm feeling pretty drunk, I stumble into the bathroom to try to straighten myself up. I struggle and find myself stood facing the mirror, lent on the sink.Then I heard the door go, slamming shut. I hear a shout but take a moment to make it out... "It's just me Rob, I think I left my wallet in your bathroom..." Opening the door in the same breath. I'm stood frozen on the spot as I'm struggling to stand. My friend stands shocked staring at me, as I watch his face in the reflection in the mirror. I cover my eyes and repeat "omg please don't tell anybody!"He pauses, then agrees, but on the condition that he gets to lift up my skirt. I smile as I realise he's into it, but I bend my back in so my ass sticks out, he doesn't need more of a hint. He grabs me from behind, pulls up my dress and my knickers across.. Their breathing was becoming louder and labored with shorter pants and gasps. “Oh fuck, oh God, ooohhhh,” Linda groaned as her body visibly tightened and contracted again and again. Ken pushed his heels into the carpet and elevated his hips. His cock disappeared fully into Linda raising Linda off the floor and stopped.“I’m cumming, oh fuck…” Ken growled while grabbing Linda tightly against him. I could see his cock pulsing repeatedly as his hot seed shot into my wife. Linda’s cunt was tightly gripping his cock as he emptied his balls filling her with his salty cream. They stayed locked in their embrace, suspended and seemingly not breathing while the ecstasy of the moment consumed them. And then, Ken lowered them both to the floor and straightened his legs as his body began to relax.Linda took a deep breath after what seemed like an eternity of not breathing and lay restfully on Ken’s chest. As Ken’s cock softened, Linda moved up to hold Ken’s head and gave him a long loving kiss..
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