Even when we were just watching TV on the couch, I'd be acutely aware of it resting against his thigh, a thick ridge in the fabric of his sweats. I'd find myself staring, my mouth watering, remembering the weight of it on my tongue. I loved the way it looked in his hand when he'd piss, the casual confidence he had in its size, the way he'd hold it like it was the most natural thing in the world to be so well-endowed.
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wifelesexy1
Couple, 50&50 y.o. Member since: Nov 13, 2012 Rating: 3655
