‘Yes, Master,’ Chelsea said. She got up from her chair and walked around to the side of the concierge’s desk. ‘With your permission, Sir,’ s...e said and knelt in front of him. He nodded, as she spread his legs and looked up him, licking her soft red lips and unzipped his trousers. The concierge’s eyes got big as dinner plates as she fished his cock out of his pants. ‘Mmmm, Sir!’ she cooed as she held his cock in her soft hand. Chelsea bent to her work, licking up and down the shaft and taking. Brenda spit on the head of my dick, and begged, “Fuck me now, Darrell.”With her little black dress bunched around her waist, I pushed Brenda down on the sofa and pressed the head of my cock against her cunt lips. She reflexively lifted her knees over my shoulders and I slid slowly inside her. We kissed each other ardently while our hips thrust against each other harder and faster. My wife Francine was cheering us on, “Fuck her good, Darrell. Fuck him, Brenda. Darlin’, pump her full of your hot. More

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