HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Annabelle, naked, stays on the bed a few more moments.

That was a very hard cum.

She had been face fucking Hannah for a while, and after several edges … touchdown Giants!

Annabelle finally climbs down. She catches her breath and seems to notice me for the first time in a while.

I’m sitting in our bedroom voyeur chair.

“You must like pussy smothering, too,” she says. “Hannah sure knows how to service and breathe at the same time. And for such a long time.”

I say, “I do like it, of course. And I’ve trained my wife to take my snatch in her face for as long as needed.”

Annabelle winks at me.

She opens her canvas bag and takes out a girl cock.

While slipping it on, she tells me a deliciously scandalous story about a slut we know named Elena.

Then she sits down on the edge of the bed and looks over her shoulder at Hannah, who’s still lying naked on the bed.

Annabelle says …

“Floor.”

Hannah quickly scurries down and kneels before Annabelle.

Annabelle runs fingers over her girl cock, then leans back bracing herself with palms on the mattress.

“Looks like no rest for your mouth,” she says.

My wife bends forward.

Sucks cock.

And about 20 minutes later is having her pussy wrecked by said aforementioned cock.

After … it should go without saying … having her ass whipped by a lash Annabelle had tucked away in her goodies bag.