Michelle was still obediently bent forward at the waist, her elbows locked behind her arched back. Her bare legs were parted, her g-string around her knees, her pussy dripping wet from the vigorous fingering she'd just received. She tried to calm her breathing and looked lustfully at Dave, her husband. Dave was sat on the sofa, fondling the bulge in his trousers. His cock had grown steadily harder as he'd watched his frie...