My husband, always turned on by watching me with other men, went out once again in search of a guy who could satisfy me the way he loves to watch. It didn’t take long for that special guest to show up… a tall guy, with a defined goatee, who even reminded us of a friend of ours that those who’ve followed us for a while know well — Juárez.
The conversation started light, but soon the tension began to rise. My husband, always attentive, explained: “She’s shy… if you wait for her to take the initiative, it won’t happen.”
He knows my secrets well… he knows I need a little push to let myself go.
Before I realized it, the little clothing I had on was being taken off, and things got heated. The music playing outside the house and inside too served only to cover the moans escaping my mouth — and oh, how I moaned!
The guest didn’t waste any time: he called me sexy, naughty, and made me taste the flavor of his thick, big-headed cock. My husband watched every detail.
