Amateur i let my wife fuck my friends
If I ever did.
At a tug on my hair, I looked up through bleary eyes to see Chris panting heavily.
" I blinked at him. Wrenching my hand away, I grabbed a pillow and walloped him in the face.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.
Who'd have thought it. We'd done lessons on the differences between a blow job versus face fucking.
His body always felt good on mine. Made me feel safe and warm.
He picked me up princess-style and carried me down the hall.