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asked Whitney, her hands pulling her husband's cock out of his underwear.

They were driving down the dark and winding road,

leading back home. It had been a rare child-free night spent at the club, and they decided to

finally act out one of their shared fantasies, which was Whitney dancing on another man. Bobby had always dreamt about being a voyeur as his wife

grinded up against them, while he sat in the distance and watched the scene unfold.

Mm-hmm. Bobby moaned in response. A shiver ran across his body. His hands were gripping the wheel at ten and two. Eyes focused on the road. This was all very distracting in the best possible way. His hands sliding up and down my hips. Whitney's voice was teasing and playful. My ass pressing up

against him. I could feel him getting hard, you know. She stroked Bobby's cock up and down a few

times in her hand, smiling as he inhaled sharply through his teeth.

Whitney, he panted, his mouth opening and closing as his wife unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over,

putting her face in his lap. It was a big thrill to have her mouth

around his cock while he drove, his mind replaying the night's events. Her lips stretched across

his shaft, and her tongue snaked around him while she bobbed her head up and down slowly. Bobby moaned,

his attention divided between the road and his wife's enthusiastic mouth. Each time she lowered her

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