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before how the sound carried. He could hear
their muffled voices and
he strained to hear the words. Moments later he heard Linda's moans and
muffled squeals, then the gentle thumping of the bed.
"Godd, he's fucking her," he mumbled to himself. "I'm sitting down
here letting another man fuck my wife!" A tiny part of him wanted to
set the whiskey bottle down and rush upstairs and stop it. But the way
Michael was built, it would be a real tussle if he decided to resist,
and he wasn't sure how Linda would take it. The thumping stopped and he
heard louder moans and Ohh Godds. What was he doing to her?
Finally,
he couldn't resist; he crept back upstairs and moved quietly down the
hallway to his bedroom. He knelt down to peek through the keyhole with
a gasp.
Michael was squatted down beside the bed holding Linda's legs up and out
wide and his face was buried between them. He was eating her pussy!
Joe had never done that. The guy's cock stood up at an angle,
monstrous and menacing. It looked like it was ten inches
long....possibly a foot, and big around as his wrist. Had she actually
taken all of that, Joe wondered. A moment later he didn't have to
wonder. Michael raised his head, stood and hunkered over her and
buried his huge cock in her pussy.
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