She could just see my nipple. XXX I sat up. My pussy muscles squeezed his cock and he came arching his back, his eyes bulged. I felt her hand leave my breast only to be replaced with a mouth. She watched us fucking, sharing the taste of her pussy and my pussy. I reached for her pussy, not even realizing what I was doing, and began to rub her clit. The husband declined – after all, he was driving, but the wife took a sip. The next thing I knew, the car had stopped. Suddenly, it dawned on me what we were doing and my head began to clear just a bit.
