susurrus
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Angelique's pussy was delectable, as ever, and the danger of getting caught made it that much more thrilling.
I heard Sandro ask about dessert. A smile came to my face as I lapped and sucked the most beautiful pussy that had ever been put on this planet when I heard how difficult it was for my wife to not let on what was happening. The strain in her voice was quite evident to me, and I was proud of her for maintaining her control. One thing she seldom had to do was restrain herself from orgasm. I wasn't sure she could do it. So far, she'd done well.
When she begged me to stop, I smiled again. It was nice to be the one in charge for a change, for Angelique to be the one potentially embarrassed. I was sure it was a new sensation for her, and one I'd probably pay for later.
"Maybe you're the one who needs a cage," I said quietly from under the table, my fingers taking the place of my tongue and lips. Finally, I emerged from beneath the tablecloth, knife brandished high like a trophy of some kind. The moisture I felt on my face would let everyone who looked close enough know what I'd been doing, but I didn't care. I considered it a badge of honor. I'd made my wife beg me to stop eating her cunt, something I couldn't remember ever hearing her say before.
"Damn knife was hard to find under there," I said like I'd been hunting for tigers or something. "Took a while. Awful dark. Hope you didn't miss me while I was gone, honey." I was feeling pretty smug. It was easy to see why Angelique liked it so much.
I pretended like nothing had happened as I drank my wine, feeling the pussy juice begin to dry on my skin...
I heard Sandro ask about dessert. A smile came to my face as I lapped and sucked the most beautiful pussy that had ever been put on this planet when I heard how difficult it was for my wife to not let on what was happening. The strain in her voice was quite evident to me, and I was proud of her for maintaining her control. One thing she seldom had to do was restrain herself from orgasm. I wasn't sure she could do it. So far, she'd done well.
When she begged me to stop, I smiled again. It was nice to be the one in charge for a change, for Angelique to be the one potentially embarrassed. I was sure it was a new sensation for her, and one I'd probably pay for later.
"Maybe you're the one who needs a cage," I said quietly from under the table, my fingers taking the place of my tongue and lips. Finally, I emerged from beneath the tablecloth, knife brandished high like a trophy of some kind. The moisture I felt on my face would let everyone who looked close enough know what I'd been doing, but I didn't care. I considered it a badge of honor. I'd made my wife beg me to stop eating her cunt, something I couldn't remember ever hearing her say before.
"Damn knife was hard to find under there," I said like I'd been hunting for tigers or something. "Took a while. Awful dark. Hope you didn't miss me while I was gone, honey." I was feeling pretty smug. It was easy to see why Angelique liked it so much.
I pretended like nothing had happened as I drank my wine, feeling the pussy juice begin to dry on my skin...