Chapter 1796 Birthday Whore:>Ep20
- Jamar was as frozen as she, because from the front, he could see the pure beauty of her sweaty face, the sheer radiance of her blue eyes, the plump, pink and glossy lips and the high cheekbones making models look like trash. She was perfection if it could ever be embodied and beneath her dropping jaw was a set of tits, round and firm, pushing up into a ballooning cleavage. Even more outrageous, her ass was so round and big, he could see the shapes of that roundness even from her front.
- Jamar held up his hands while he drooled openly at the might of her thighs, the quads popping, the muscles bigger than his future and yet so juicy thicc his fingers itched to run up their tender skin and part them wide.
- The thoughts escaped his head at once. He could not allow them as he grabbed the wedding band on his finger and tried to think of his wife of twenty years, who he had all but forgotten until this moment.