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Oh Danny Boy Part 1
The love of my life didn't walk on me licking my former employee's ballsack with his entire uncircumcised cock in my throat. He ran in, dropped his laptop bag on the table, and yowled. His blazer was on the tile by our front door in mere seconds. His belt unbuckled before I could even catch a glimpse. "Don't let me interrupt," he said, throwing himself onto his knees in front of the couch where we were laying and sitting respectively. I pulled my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around in his foreskin. I gestured at him and raised my eyebrow. Danny nodded, pumping his hips. "After you, my love," I said as I pulled my husband's chin over Danny's belt buckle. He obeyed my guidance with sweet familiarity and gave Daniel the tongue, neck, and eye choreography I had taught him in preparation for our date. "He sucks cock as good as you," Danny said into my breasts,"...almo...
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