by Kali Hart
Setting the paint roller down, Sadie spins around and presses her tits against my chest. “We’re not traumatizing our child. Or your brothers.” But she unzips my jeans and slips her hand inside, wrapping it around my cock.
“We’re not?”
“No.” She closes the door most of the way and pulls me into a corner. “So we better make this quick.” She pulls my cock free and bends over, taking me into her sweet, hot mouth.
I fucking love this woman with all my heart. I thank my lucky stars every day that she once decided, under the influence of merlot, to paint her living room blood red. Her impulsive mistake was my best fortune.
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