Trad Wife: Off Script
Mary Anne, her clients, and the band go off script and go wild
I was still so horny that I couldn’t keep my fingers out of my aching twat. Everything, even vaguely phallus-shaped, in the house, caught my eye, and my mind wondered if I wanted to fuck it. The thrill of having multiple, hard cocks, all focused on giving me pleasure, unleashed a sexual tempest within me. I couldn't cram anything inside my cunt deep enough, and no matter how violently I abused my sensitive clit, I just go...