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Cuckold phone sex therapy with Aimee

cuckold phone sexTonight was the night. I got to take you home to my husband so he could watch me with a real man. He knew I was a cuckold phone sex queen and a cock size queen when we met. His tiny dick was never adequate despite the fact that he was a “nice” guy. Nice guys finish last. That’s a known fact so why would he expect more than a wife who had to have that thick, dark meat. You are a bad boy, packing eleven inches of OMG. I could barely wait until I saw my hubs face. I just knew that you’d give my pussy the pounding it needed, leaving him to clean up the cummy mess. I liked seeing him in panties, his face ashen, his dicklet purple. He couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy plow as it split me wide open. You stroked me slowly, grinning at him. He was watching your cock though and I knew he wanted it too. You gave him one taste of your cocoa stick and he blew his own load in his panties. My poor little cucky. He just can’t control himself. Now let’s show him how to fuck a wife.


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