"Well... I need to lubricate his c**k," Tracy looks over at Carolyn. "This is your husband, right?" Tracy asks.
"Yes," Carolyn smiles, maybe at the absurdity of all of this.
"Can you come here and help me? He needs some lubricant and normally I would use mine, but I can't see this thing fitting inside me." Tracy says but I don't think Carolyn is getting what Tracy's trying to explain.
"Just take him inside you for a minute and juice him up again," Tracy elaborates. Carolyn shrugs her shoulders and lowers her p***y down on her husband's overheated c**k.
"Mmm," Carolyn coos. "You feel good, honey."
"So do you," Carl answers, grabbing her waist and lifting her up and down his hard c**k.
"That's enough," Tracy says, pushing Carolyn up and off Carl's c**k. "But don't go too far away." Car
