Fed by the NFL gang-4

Quickly we all removed our clothing, down to our shorts. All of us were bulging at the crotch, which made our shorts Tomow out like tents.

Eve fingered herself to the music. She lingered over her clitoral bud, and ran up and down her glistening slit. We rubbed our shorts over our raging pricks.

“Take them off!” she cooed to us. We didn’t hesitate. As the shorts came off, I could see my wife’s eyes bulge. She looked in amazement from one to another, as if measuring their immense size. She stopped dancing and approached Bulldog, gazing at the fat black trunk of his penis waving in front of her. It looked like a big rubber baton, thick as her arm and dripping with precum.

She reached for it and had to grab with two hands to get hold of it.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“What are you gonna do with it”

“Anything you want.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Next she turned to Whoppie, whose enormous prick stretched out in front of him like a baton. She gave it a pat. “Save that one for my butt.”

“I’ll keep this plunger ready, sweetie.”