The Visitor
by Tony Tiger
Copyright© 2020 by Tony Tiger
The young housewife was dreaming about a hard male shaft pleasuring her pussy. As she was dragged towards wakefulness she realized it wasn’t a dream. Wow! This didn’t happen often. Her husband was a deep sleeper and they’d fucked at bedtime. Maybe he woke up before going to his third shift job.
But it felt different. The cock, that is. Thicker and curved the other way from her husband’s. It felt so good the way it stretched her pussy.
She opened her eyes and they got wider. In the dim glow from the nightlight she saw the smiling face of his best friend above her.
“What the hell are you DOING?”, she cried, but her hips did not stop responding to the delightful thrusts.
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