When I do this occasionally, it's probably just a habit. I felt that my walking moisture was greater than usual when I approached the place where he had a blanket. I just came, took me right away. He began to hug me, to kiss me, his hands in my hot step. I blushed it and put it slowly in my mouth. I enjoyed it. "I'll fucking fuck you," he said softly, I spread my legs and put his pussy. But this Ute, my best friend, is his wife. Oh, when Ute finds out that her husband fucks me regularly secretly ...