The moan tears from my throat freely now, as Josh sweeps my hair to the side over my shoulder, and leans back in the chair and starts fucking me from below. “Fuck, this god damn jersey” he groans deeply, his hands spreading my ass cheeks, as he no doubt watches himself sink inside of me. “Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels to fuck my wife while our last name is spread across your back?” he grunts, fisting his jersey, and pulling it tight against my skin, as I grind my hips into his. “You look so fucking good in it, Hals,” he adds with an almost pained moan, like he has been holding
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