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He had an erection.
Sally hardly dared breathe. Having seen it enough times, she had no trouble forming a picture of what her husband's erect prick must look like under the sheet. Luscious. Her cunt throbbed as she stared. At first Sally held back, because of what had happened between them last night. But her hungry cunt won out. If there was even a chance... Sally squirmed close to John, raising one leg and putting it over his thigh. She rubbed her cunt against her husband's leg, knowing she was leaving wet pussy tracks behind. She could feel the rigid base of John's cock, resting on top of her thigh. She boldly reached out and grasped the bone-hard member. John stirred, his eyes opening a little. Sally started jacking him off, hoping she could get him so excited he'd fuck her. But John's eyes shot open wide as she rhythmically squeezed his prick. He tore himself away, rolling out from underneath the covers and her leg, onto his feet next to the bed. "God, do I have to piss!" he yelped, and moved off toward the bathroom. Sally was once again mortified. She squeezed back tears as she heard John pissing in the bathroom. But she was determined not to let him see her cry. Mixed with her disappointment was bitter anger. When John came out of the bathroom he didn't try to get back in bed. "Jesus, it's already time to get ready for work," he said, looking at the clock. He grimaced. "Mmmnn... my head kind of hurts. I guess I drank a little too much last night." Sally read John's mood as apologetic, even guilty. But it didn't make her cunt feel any |
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animalsex, beastiality, bestiality, dog sex, zoophilia |
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