Three feet of cock- 1

Perrie undid his fly and plunged her hand into his boxers while she pressed her bosom ever more eagerly against him. She knew he would surrender. It was only a question of when. Her hand wrapped around the hot, hard, thick shaft of his bare cock. She grazed her fingers along his length and against his head. “Not even for a quick blowjob? I’m hungry…” she asked innocently.

“You can’t wait?”

She shook her head no against the nape of his neck. “How can I resist such a wonderful liebewurst?”

He glanced at the clock. They still had fifteen minutes before they had told people to arrive. “Alright.”

Tristan stepped away from the kitchen island as Perrie got onto her knees in front of him. She looked up into his honey eyes through her black glasses and smiled appreciatively as she maneuvered his engorged cock out of his open fly. Even after nearly five years of marriage, his cock still entranced her: its size, its slight curve, its virile aroma, its large head and long shaft, and most of all, the way it throbbed between her lips.