‘Your hair smells of pumpkin spice,’ he murmurs as he kisses my neck.
I ignore him as I lower my cunt onto his cock, his hands gripping my suspender-clad thighs. He is under my spell as I ride his cock, and what a fabulous cock it is. A pussy-filling kind of cock that makes me feel almost virginal as he stretches me.
Time is ticking. We mustn’t get caught. I pick up the pace, my pussy juices soak him, and they squirt North, South and West. He cums. I laugh to myself, fucking my sister’s husband is the best.
