When the cop noticed this, he laughed, and – with his fingers still thrusting in and out of my pussy – moved me over to the open driver’s side door, so that my husband could get a better view of my tits swinging back and forth and banging into each other as the cop continued finger-blasting my twat. Milf sex My husband and I stayed for about another hour before we said our goodbyes and headed out to our car – my husband with a big boner making a tent in his pants, and me with cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. I cleaned off his cock afterwards and couldn’t believe how enormous it was. As told in another story, my husband, Terry, and I had spent the night at his annual office party. After a few minutes, he pulled his still semi-hard prick out of my pussy with a “plop”, and I turned around, bent over and cleaned off his pole with my mouth, stroking his long shaft to pull out the last bit of cum
