Her beautiful Adonis stood at the lust-o-meter, holding the phallic grip he barely registered a clammy. To her he would always be at least smouldering.
Reaching around she rubbed her hand across the familiar bulge, his meaty cock impressive even when flaccid. Sliding her hand inside his pants and squeezing his thickening shaft. “This isn’t my hand” she whispered into his ear, motioning at the tall dark man in the corner, who was watching them with fire in his eyes.”Now, try again, but that’s his cock….”she hissed into his ear.
A satisfied smirk spread across her lips: Red Hot
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