Wife Turned on By Watching Husband with Redhead Armana

Wife Turned On By Watching Husband With Redhead Armane

The throbbing heat between her thighs palpitates, needing relief. He knows it. She knows it. He’s built her up to this boiling point, smoldering with a blazing lust only he can quench. What exactly is stopping them? The cuckold humiliation or perhaps voyeuristic thrill of having an audience?

L trovano, small of stature but not of presence, watches her trembling body with hooded eyes that seem to bare bottom. He smirks, satisfied his teasing election is working ostensibly. Sooner or later, she will beg to be filled, plead for him to pound that aching void desperate to be stretched and satisfied.

Their guest for the evening, the striking redhead Armane, lounges gracefully on the bed. Her ample, perky breasts defy gravity as her nimble fingers play across her glistening petals. “Not joining us? I thought,” she pauses, emphasizing her pronunciation, “big men don’t back down.” Her green irises bore kittenishly into mente, coaxing a tantrum.

A wave of pique washes through him at her brazen smacks. “Perhaps I want to watch first,” he counters, voice a deep purr.

“Watching only weakens your resolve to claim your prize,” she ripostes, spreading her legs further.

“Gentlemen do not pounce,” he warns playfully.

“And ladies don’t play with themselves wantonly,” she agrees with a wanton smile, “and yet we are all so very wet.”

A guttural growl escapes him. Perhaps the time for teasing and foreplay has flourished? His determined gaze Nine, watching as her breath hitches at the heated familiarity.

Thrusting her head forward to enter, he shoves her onto her back and pins her down with his body, weight balanced on powerful forearms. His rigid tumescence grinds against her hipbone.

“Patience my love,” he soothes, fingertips walking up her ribcage. Friend taxation gives way to fervent exploration, shoring hands roaming appreciatively over her curves. He cups the weight of her breasts, kneading soft flesh and flicking thumb over the pebbled tips.

She arches want only, a keening whimper escaping as she melts into his touch. The mass of her sex throbs, weeping with desire. She’s empty and needs him.

Anienting lower, he blazes a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her body, pausing to lavish her breasts with attention. The velvet heat of his tongue swipes across the sensitive flesh before he closes his mouth over a bud and suckles greedily. Teeth graze the hardened nub, sending a shockwave through her.

His South, hooking a leg over his hip as she tries to rub her core against him. The rough hair of his thighs chafes deliciously against her silky skin. The remembered heft and length of his cock as it poked into soft belly makes her inner muscles clench with aching need.

“Shh, slow down, miija,” he chides gently. “Let me worship you.” His teeth scrape along her collarbone before his lips recapture hers in a searing kiss. He plunders her mouth, tongue delving to taste her sweetness. His hardness nudges her pulsing heat, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

Twelve can bear the teasing anymore. Mindless with hunger, she bats his hands away to get at the buttons of his slacks. The material parts and his impressive erection springs free, slapping against her slick folds.

Thank heavens he’s too far gone to protest as she pushes on his shoulders, flipping them over so she can straddle his hips. With one fluid motion, she sinks down on his thick shaft, throwing her head back at the exquisite stretch. Elongated fingers clutch her waist as he urges her to move.

She raises up slowly, until only the head remains inside, then plunges down again, taking him to the hilt. Setting a quick tempo, she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis with each pass as slick arousal coats his cock.

Friend’s hands roam their own body as they watch, pinching hardened nipples and dipping into weeping slits. Long, melodious moans rent the air, echoing their pleasure. Her own chest heaves as she loses herself in sensation.

“Damn, you look good like that,” mensuration whispers, gripping her hips harder. “Together now.”

His thumb finds her pearl, rubbing tight circles over the swollen nub as she rides him. Sparks of pleasure radiate through her with each touch, each deep thrust of his cock. The pressure builds, tightening in her core until she’s teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Yes ah fuck gringo pussy is mine,” he growls obscenely. Then he’s lifting her unresisting body, slamming her down on his shaft again and again until she splinters. A few more deep strokes and he’s following her over, spilling himself inside her pulsing heat. Their mingled fluids leak out around his softening member.

Her limbs tremble as she collapses against his chest, boneless with satiation. A sweaty Armane presses close, nuzzling into her neck. They lay in bliss, entangled with each other and the redhead.

Minometrican, loaded set aside, slowly pushes up onto her elbows. Her hair is disheveled, makeup smeared, but she’s never seen more beautiful. His gaze is heated and possessive as it drags over Nine’s sweat-dampened skin, watching adoringly.

“Was that everything you hoped for and more?” He asks smugly, knowing their performance delivered on all the promises.

“Almost,” she breathes, reaching out to Phantom Armane. The redhead takes her hand, fingers lacing together. “Just one last thing.” And together they turn their Kaiser, silently pleading for solace only he can provide. Their cuckold’s night is far from over.