The Trainer’s Wife Finger-f****d Her Husband’s c*m Out Of Me In The Staff Shower
I barely made it to the staff shower.
My legs were shaking, Ryan’s thick load still oozing out of my freshly f****d p***y with every step. My torn pantyhose were ruined, sticky with c*m, and my housekeeping dress was a wrinkled mess. I felt like a used w***e.
The moment I locked the shower door behind me, I stripped everything off and stepped under the hot spray, desperate to wash away the evidence of what I’d just done.
But the second the water hit my hypersensitive skin, my body betrayed me again. My n*****s hardened instantly. My c**t throbbed painfully. Ryan’s c*m was still leaking down my thighs, mixing with the water.
I leaned against the tiled wall, sliding two fingers into my sloppy, creampied cun
