The wife returned from a corporate party and told how she was fucked. Forced her husband to lick

What do you have there?

I don't know, a cocktail, maybe.

Is that semen?

I smell semen.

Where have you been?

No, it's just semen.

What do you mean?

What do you look like?

What are you like?

Oh, there was something to change from the company.

What kind of company is this?

I don't understand anything.

You what?

Well, what do you think?

Is that you and the art?

Yeah, that's me and the art.

What do you look like?

What do you look like?

That's me with the art.

That's me with the art.

What do you look like?

That's me with the art.

What do you look like?

What do you look like?

What do you look like?

That's me with the art.

What do you look like?

That's me with the art.

What do you look like?

That's me with the art.

What do you look like?

Come on, come on, come on, Come on, come on.

It's delicious.

Let's just lick every last drop of it. Don't you think it's worth it?

Come on, come on, Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, Come on, come on.

All right, that's it. Let's get the fuck out of here. He couldn't take it anymore.

Like a motherfucker.

Give me that.

God, what am I waiting for?

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