The Vicar’s Wife Scissored My Married Cunt Like A Filthy Lesbian Whore

Sally pulled her mouth off my dripping pussy with a wet pop, her lips and chin shiny with my juices. She looked up at me with a wicked, knowing smile.

“Such a noisy little cheater,” she purred. “Moaning like a bitch in heat in your own backyard. What would your husband say if he saw his perfect little wife getting her cunt eaten by the vicar’s wife?”

I was still shaking from the orgasm, but shame and lust twisted together in my belly. I should have told her to leave. Instead, I stayed there with my legs spread...