male foot fetish
I slept on the floor while my wife and my hefty friend shared a bed beside me. Whatever my wife was stroking, it spewed out goo up in the air and onto my face.
My best friend's little brother hijacked my bachelor party, joined the mile high club with my new bride, and slept with her in our honeymoon bed in front of me.
I don't know what my friends were doing to my wife, but I could hear her being pushed backwards and forwards while slobbering on what sounded like a Popsicle.
My young wigger neighbor intimidated me. Imagine my nervousness when I saw the stocky white thug sitting on my couch with his arm around my girlfriend.
I told my wife that my 19-year-old pot dealer had become my bully. She went to his place to stand up for me, but didn't come out of his bedroom for hours.
I saw my wife looking out the window, her body bent over. Andrew stood behind her and gave me the finger as their bodies rhythmically motioned back and forth.
I convinced my wife, who was also my boss at work, to hire my big-dicked buddy as my assistant. She hired him as my new boss and made me his assistant.
When my girlfriend came out of the jock's bedroom, her lips were more glossy than usual, her blouse was mis-buttoned, and her hair seemed yanked and pulled.
My wife volunteered to tutor a meathead student to help him pass an exam. 48 hours later, she lay on our collapsed bed as his cum oozed down our wedding photo.
After making me kiss his dirty foot, my buddy's little brother asked me for my girl's number. My friends snickered at me when I begrudgingly gave it to him.