Amateur drunk wife swap
Take a deep breath.
Each pass had his fingers moving down further until he slipped two between us along his cock and stroked through my pussy from behind. A moment later, I was gasping as he rubbed those fingers over my asshole.
It's my turn.
Others were already juggling multiple bags while maneuvering through the masses to the next store.
We hadn't done much talking that night in the hotel, and I'd made myself scarce this past year when they were in the apartment. I tried to hide my contempt now, but I must have failed because he flinched.
Chris's hand cupped my hip before his body pressed against my back. Giving me stability.
A big one.
It changed the angle slightly so I was able to get that last bit down my throat. I knew it wouldn't be long now.
Looked up at her then down again. I was happy for her.