The wife's horny in-laws

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Trish Wheeler sighed as she slid her palm onto the mound of cock in her husband's jeans, her fingertips tracing the gently curved outline of his prick.

"Hey, better cool it," Dave warned, "or we won't live through the drive. I've got a good mind to pull over and fuck you in the back of the van as soon as we spot another rest stop."

"Oh," Trish cooed, "is that a threat or a promise?"

The girl scooted even closer, again clamping her hand around the fullness of his cock to feel it pulsing. The sensation of his cock's throbbing shot up her arm.

"Christ, honey," Trish moaned, "I'm really starved. You think there might be something in there that I could find to eat?"

"Sure," he said, feeling the fire rising through his balls and prick. "But be easy when you suck my cock or we'll wind up in the woods beside the freeway."

Trish bent over her husband's groin and slid down the zipper. There was an instant release of tension, and the massive length of his tense, trembling cock popped into view. She clutched with gentle strength around its girth and slid the loose cockskin slowly back and forth. One small droplet of the thick clear pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.

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