Reclaiming Sherry

She basked in the glow of her hotwife date while Erik planned to reclaim her pussy--if possible

Photo by Jill Burrow, Pexels

Sherry slowly stripped out of her blouse softly cooing how Matthew slipped his hand up her thigh during dinner. “He touched me as the server brought the main dish.”

Erik was absorbing the details of the agreed-upon hotwife date. “Where did he touch you?”

She undid her skirt, letting it float to the floor. “In my pussy, silly, p…