Ass
“Didn't mean to smack your wife's ass like that”, the voice came from across the room.
“Sorry man...”, Lisa giggled and kissed his cheek.
“No...it's OK...really”. Lisa rolled and straddled him...again.
“When she's really worked...it's OK”.
“Yea...she was hot right then...kept squeezing my didn't you”, her smile was radiant in the dim room.
“Man...her waist is so tiny and then that ass...god the curves...I love the bikini lines..”, his hands traced her waist around to the fading hand print.
“I know...I know, she works hard on her ass and her tan”.
“Love it when she arches her back...feels even deeper...and tighter”, doing it again her nipples stranded towards the ceiling.
“Pony tail...watching it slide in and out”.
“Takes it all...but god is she tight...you really should....”.
“O god....oh...oh”, a thin motel towel soaked up hubbies mess.
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