The look in Jason's eyes is strange, hungry. He lowers his pants so his boxers remain, tenting outwards and barely shrouding the erect focus in the room. His clothes vanish and just his tented shorts stick out before us. He pulls down on them, and I can't be any more desperate to see his hard c**k.
"First the blindfold," comes Kara's voice, just as the rock-hard flesh is about to spring out. My sight vanishes and I can see nothing.
"Nooo," I wail as Kara cuts off my sight, "let me see it, please!"
"Sorry Becca, that's my husband," she whispers, "only I get to see the c**k. I'll let you feel it though, right up your juicy cunt you horny slut."
She keeps fingering my p***y and rubbing my c**t with her other hand.
"Here comes the c**k Becca," she groans in my ear, "Jason's thick, throbbi
