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I enter the room, and she sits there, tied to a chair facing the bed. She looks at me, confused. I tell her, honey, you will watch me fuck your husband. That’s right; your husband is addicted to my pussy and mouth. He is lying on the bed naked, and I walk over to him and say isn’t that right. He nods, and I take his cock in my mouth and start to suck him.

She is unsure what to think or say as she sits there watching me take every inch of his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Her biggest complaint was how big he was that it hurt her. I am licking up and down his 9inch cock and deepthroating it like it’s nothing, sometimes gaging on it for fun.

When I hear her say no wonder he is addicted to your mouth; I could never do that for him. He is licking my pussy and fingering me when he stops and says that is not the only thing she gives me, and you don’t, wife. Katrina lets me do something to her that you have always told me no to. Continue reading “Making You Watch Me Fuck Your Husband” →