There was text; and there was a pic below it that made my breath catch and my hole twitch. I felt every ejaculation along his rock-hard hard-on buried inside me.I let myself slump on the back of the sofa which pulled me painfully off his swollen hard-on. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” I moaned breathlessly and slumped sideways until I was sprawled and limply resting on the cushions.Mick staggered and reeled and plopped down next to me also limply with his right arm closest to me thrown back over his head; his ripe pit was as close to overwhelming as it could be … and I wanted more. “That took it out of me!” he sighed.“I can see it did. And now it’s running out of my husband’s swollen cunt,” Kent said with more than a bit of reverence mixed into the snark.“Would you be minding if I take a minute to catch me breath?” Mick wheezed out. Gay porn (bring him up but give me ten minutes’ warning)” It isn’t like my husband to text without as meticulous syntax, punctuation, and grammar as his professional writing; poor guy was really ailing.I sent my husband a kiss, told him “25 minutes or so.” and set to responding to jeans guy. “We’re a go. Give me about
