Swap Circle

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My prick was buried deeply in her asshole and she couldn't have moved away from me if she had wanted to, which, I was reasonably certain, she had no wish to do, for I was reaming her steadily, going in all the way to the hilt (causing her to gasp with pleasure from time to time) while gripping her wide hips fiercely. Her name was Jill and she was my friends wife. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't pulling anything on my friend Jack Burns. He had my wife in bed with him this very moment and what he was doing to her I could well imagine. Jack and I, Bull Horton (that's my name), traded partners often. We liked it; our wives liked it. It fulfilled all of us to do it this way. There is nothing so tiresome as being stuck for life with just one sex partner. By the way, my wife's name is Mary. I'm an arranger of music for various groups around the country. You may wonder why they call me "Bull" – my real first name being something quite different (and we won't go into that, either). I used to be a semipro wrestler.

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