The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning

... may love him, but it was my pecker she burned for. My cum basted her asshole, and she purred around his cock. Her body shuddered, her ass clamped down on my pecker like boa constrictor, squeezing every last drop of my jizz out as she came. I pulled out, and plopped down onto a chair, panting. She rose up, mounted her husband. He buried his face into her impressive tits as she bounced on his pecker. She moaned and screamed his name. Her ass writhed as she fucked him, and it was a shame my cum was invisible, because I would love to see it leaking out of her dirty asshole. I stood up, stole a beer from the fridge. I had enough fun at the Taylors, and set off to find some new cooches to empty my balls in. There was a park not to far away, and it was a warm, September day. There'd be plenty of sweet, young things showing their stuff off. “Breaking news out of Tacoma, Washington,” the TV blared as I walked out. “Reports of an attack at a gun buyback program...” I downed the beer by the time I reached the front door, and tossed the crumpled can onto their front lawn. Whistling, I sauntered off to have some fun at the park. To be continued...