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Hotwife Blowjob At The Airport
My husband drove me to the airport, but it was his best friend who drove me wild.
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It had been weeks since I’d seen my bull. But we only had minutes at the airport before he had to leave.
“Happy Wednesday,” Rogan said, laughing as I raced to the airport arrivals, jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as my lips fought to reclaim his. “Damn, Payton, you’re acting like you haven’t had cock in weeks.”
“She’s had mine on tap whenever she wants it,” Brent said, clapping his best friend on the back. “How long do you have and where do you want to go?”
“I’ve booked a VIP room in the club lounge for an hour meeting.” Rogan grinned. “So, are you gonna watch us or join us?”
Brent closed the blinds on the VIP room while Rogan pushed me up against the wall and ripped my sweater up and over my head, exposing my nipple-pink, lacey bra.
“I’ve missed these,” he moaned, cupping my breasts before smothering them in kisses. “I never minded traveling for work before your wedding.”
“I never noticed when you were gone before my husband gave you to me on my wedding night,” I replied, winking at my husband. “When does your next flight board?”
“Half an hour, so if you want to do something with your mouth instead of talking …” Rogan teased. I knew Brent wouldn’t let my bull get away without giving me a good orgasm. But I also liked to play fair, and Rogue had been working none stop on his latest project.
If he could make time for me between flights, I could suck him so hard no other woman would be able to compete.
If I made Rogan happy now, I had to trust Brent would make it up to me later.
Happy hotwife, happy life, right?
I slowly undid the buttons on Rogan’s crisp, white, work shirt and kissed my way down his chest. He flexed as my tongue lapped along his abs as I found his happy trail leading to his waistband.
Kneeling, I placed one of his hands around each of my boobs, moaning as he knew exactly how to tug at my nipples until…
