The twink your husband had been fucking for the past few weeks had the nerve to invite both of you o

The twink your husband had been fucking for the past few weeks had the nerve to invite both of you over for dinner. When you rang the doorbell, he opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, hanging low on his waist. He greeted you with a smile and your husband with a wet sloppy kiss. Your man couldn’t stop himself from groping that sweet smooth ass over the fabric. He went to check on the oven as you sat down in the living room, the bulge in your husband’s pants getting bigger and bigger. Watching him strut around the kitchen in his underwear was just too much for your husband. He turned to you and told you to take care of dinner, grabbed his twink by the hand and took him to the bedroom. You stood there by the oven as he pounded his ass, making the twink scream in ecstasy as he grunted how much he’d missed his tight hole.