So, you liked watching me grind up on that man? 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 head down to

the base, she let out a long, rumbling moan from the back of her throat, before sliding up to his head

and twisting her tongue there.

Bobby's thoughts about how the evening had gone down, so close he could smell her perfume,

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