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We let ourselves catch our breath, me still sitting on top of him with his surprisingly still hard cock inside of me. I took some time to contemplate myself. My body stank of sweat and cum, my legs were trembling, and my asshole was slightly numb. When I finally mustered enough strength to get up, Matt’s cock plopped out quite easily and blonde I started leaking his cum over his legs and floor. “Hey, easy,” he said, cupping his hand behind my ass to catch the runaway cum. “We need to take care of this mess now. Let’s have a bath, shall we?” I cupped my own asshole, grabbed a bit of his cum between my fingers and licked it. “Yes, let’s go.” By the time we had finished to sperm tidy up my house, there was still around 40 minutes or so for Ann to arrive. If we let the place stay like it was, it’d be the end of my relationship with her. The sofa was wet of sweat and cum, so we washed it with a wet towel, wiped pussy the excess moisture and then covered it with a sofa cover, which I luckily had at home but never bothered to use. I put my own used clothes deep in my wardrobe, including the shorts Baxter used to fuck his toy, which I was planning on retrieving later. The tape I just took out of the player and hid it in its usual spot. Matt helped me with all of this. When all was about done, we sat ourselves in the sofa, me wearing fresh clothes while he wore his work clothes again, drinking some more beer with the TV on for some background noise. We didn’t chat much, to be honest. In the bath cum Matt ate his own cum that was flowing out of my asshole, we sucked each other once more, then got dressed and started talking shit as usual. It was was if nothing had happened. Before long, we saw Ann enter by the front door. “Oh, great timing, Matt! I need the help of both of you. Come with me downstairs, I need you two to help me carry some bags.” “What are these bags for, hun?” “Long story, I’ll explain as we walk down the stairs. So?” I got up and left my beer on the kitchen counter to follow Ann, and Matt was right beside me. Hardcore After we crossed the front door, Matt said “you know what? You wait for me down there, I need to take a piss real quick.” “Right now, really?” Ann quipped. “You can do that after we take the bags!” “It’ll be real quick, I promise, go ahead and I’ll be down in a minute,” he said already making his way to the bathroom, so we walked down. Matt left right after we got up with the haul. We were really lucky Ann didn’t suspect of anything. After we had dinner, she had a shower and we went to sleep, I surreptitiously crawled out of the bed and slowly opened my wardrobe to find that shorts Baxter had used to cum on. Oddly enough, I wasn’t finding it. I double checked, I had stashed it together with my other clothes. They were all there, but the shorts wasn’t. It was nowhere to be found, actually. I tried to not cup and squeeze her tits but my hands automatically just did it. Gwenive listened as the weak steps moved in front of her. “The last time a man watched his lady pleasuring my cunt was in London. My fingers danced over her bud. Her light skirt was only about two inches from the bottom of her ass. “What?” “Want another go then?” Ryan asked. That’s why I don’t believe you. I then picked out a white mesh and asked my mother to try in cum on. It worked and I started reading blonde about that exhibitionist girl who fucks her brother. When we arrived there, Tina bounced Hardcore out of the vehicle and literally ran into the house. If I had to screw my son’s mouth to make it work, then that’s what I pussy sperm did.” Sadistic cruel thugs who would treat me like shit. “What’s his name, Adam?” He asked me. It was a month later.