“Ugh,” she grunted as she glanced down at Jason’s waistband. She just had to finish this and then she could go home. Porn Erin knew by the tone of his voice that her husband was about to ask for a favor. But it’s a quick drive, and it would give her hair time to dry. “Who’re you?” she heard Jason ask softly, his voice slightly slurred. Erin’s eyes closed tightly as she heard him, her orgasm coming on hard and fast as soft moans escaped her lips. Once again, brought back to reality, she felt something on her chest and looked down. “C’mon back any time, yer a pretty lil’ thing. “Yer a lil’ slut, ain’t’cha… fuckin’ say it, tell me,” Jason whispered lowly at her. Jack’s eyes stopped wandering as he gazed upon her rear end – rather large for a woman her size, with wide round hips.
