HOTWIFE | EROTICA
When My Husband Met Mr. Flynn — a hotwife threesome
We only have one hour but what will happen when my husband meets my new bull?
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It had been weeks since I’d seen my new bull.
My husband had come home for a two-week fuck fest before he needed to go back to his job at the mines.
“You’ve never wanted to meet my bulls in person, before,” I said to my husband as we walked through the airport. “Why him and why now?”
“Because I can’t get the image of him fucking you out of my head.” My husband stopped, turned me into him, and cupped my pussy in front of crowds of travelers. He didn’t care that mothers covered their children’s eyes as his kisses started at my neck and moved down to my breasts. He didn’t care that his sucking left wet marks in the fabric against my nipples. “And I can’t stop dreaming about both of us fucking you at the same time.”
