At first, she wouldn’t believe it but when he fired up his laptop and showed some of the footage, that he’d had professionally edited, she was shocked. Not only shocked but the provocatively dressed Mrs. Willison started to get turned on.
“Do you know,” she mused, “Sometimes he doesn’t want me to suck his d!ck and here he is letting your wife make a meal of it.”
“I can tell you that she doesn’t do that for me very often.”
“What should I do Jonathon,” she asked, shaking her head, “Should I suck your d!ck to make things equal.”
“We could certainly try that – it might make us both feel better.”
Clare immediately knelt on the floor in front of him and almost hysterically tried to remove his pants while he was still sitting down. Not wanting to impede her progress he stood up and dropped them to the floor and she quickly plunged his boner into her mouth and crammed as much down her throat as was humanly possible.
As she slipped up and down his cock she made yummy sounds as though it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Keeping one hand around the base of it, she used the other to fondle his balls and it didn’t take long before they started to ache and he could feel his sperms lining up for a breakout.
When he shot his load into her mouth Clare kept pumping away and he had to stop her as his nerve endings were threatening to self-combust.
“Do you fancy licking me out,” she asked, standing up and ripping off her skirt to expose the flimsiest of thongs.