Cherie’s eyes grew, and she gasped softly, but Cal remained unstirred. He must have jacked off, did a poor cleanup, and fallen asleep. Xnxx Cherie wiped her hand against her shorts, straightened, and looked wildly from her husband to Maggie and back again. The sun pressed its sharp heat into the tops of her pale shoulders, down the exposed portion of her arched back, and onto whatever pastel-white buttocks hung free from her floral-patterned panties askew around her crotch. He must have jacked off, did a poor cleanup, and fallen asleep. Seeing it now was like seeing the brother of someone she once knew—similar but different. She held herself like a nervous, embarrassed child—one hand across her chest and gripping her opposite elbow, shoulders forward, head down. The convertible jolted to a stop. He stiffened immediately, and she couldn’t help but smile, remembering how quickly a young man’s cock could come out to play. “So, this is it,” she said curtly, knowing they probably couldn’t hear her through the glass.
