Marathon fucking Stories

After exchanging text messages with my husband, I set my phone aside and stood before Rick. We had often talked about what he would do if we were lucky enough to meet in person. So, I didn’t need any direction from him. I knew what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige. I stripped off my clothes seductively as he watched. His arousal was evident, both in the increased pace of his breathing and the bulge in his jeans. When...