CALLUM'S POV

Don was really going hard at my wife's mouth, tongue fucking her throat. Her heavy tits bounced out of control in her dress, every time he shoved his tongue harder.

With the way he kissed, I bet he fucked hard. He would leave her pussy aching for weeks.

Mira made greedy little sounds. It was as if she was in another timeline, forgetting that this was her matrimonial home and not some cheap brothel.

Gerald whisper screamed. "Holy shit....."

I turned around, and slapped my hand over his mouth before they noticed and shoved him back into the kitchen.

"Sshhhhhh!! Not a fucking sound." I hissed.

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