69 Dripping Fantasies
We really did it.
Roman pulled out of me, his cock still slick and hard, and walked straight to Agnes. She patted the bed and told him to lie down, she wanted to ride him. I couldn’t even blame her. Roman’s cock is beautiful: thick, perfectly shaped, veins standing out just right. Maddox’s was different, longer, heavier-looking, but both were the kind that make your mouth water.
While Maddox stepped into the bathroom for a second, I stood there, thighs sticky, watching my husband stretch out on his back. Agnes didn’t hesitate. She straddled him, lined up, and sank down onto his cock in one slow, greedy motion.