Marie leaned on her elbows, biting her lower lip, while her husband Jermaine slowly lowered her panties from her hips, down her thighs, and moved them delicately off her ankles.
Several men were watching and waiting for the moment.
His humble posture gripped her and sent a rush from deep within her core up into her chest and through every muscle and nerve.
“You okay?” Marie sat up and ran her fingers through Jermaine’s hair. The anticipation was so intense that her pussy was throbbing and she couldn’t help but run another hand over her tits and stiff nipples.
