Fresh From the Gym

Story

My wifey had just come home from the gym, still wearing that barely-there tank top. The thin fabric clung to his body, there was no hiding that pale, soft, yet beautifully toned figure. That post-workout definition was honestly way too dangerous. He sank right into his tanned husband’s arms, acting clingy and needy at the same time. So obedient, so horny, and absolutely impossible to resist. This time, wifey was wearing double thongs, perfectly outlining that pale, round, perky little ass. When he rode on top of me, his waist was swaying, his hips were grinding, sexy in such a natural way, yet carried a subtle, unnameable elegance. And by the end, wifey was kneeling on the sofa, obediently arching his little ass out for me. His little hole was so needy, clenching again and again, while he couldn’t help but sway it from side to side… Tell me, who could possibly resist that?