His hard shaft pressed against Ellen’s abdomen and left a tiny wet patch of precum on her vest. Mature porn Ellen giggled a little as she pulled his jeans open further, revealing more of the bulge in his underwear. Instead we’d resumed our usual routine of ‘do it, enjoy it, and don’t talk about it’. Ellen took a step into the room and shook Dan’s hand, thanking him for buying the wardrobe, but also for just helping to shift it. Her boobs spilled out of the top of her vest and bra. “Oh, this is my wife, Ellen,” I said to Dan. He stood there, mouth ajar, blinking morosely with his jeans around his ankles. The room was silent, except for the sound of her fingers teasing the lips of her audibly drenched pussy. She guided his hands over every curve and contour of her breasts, hips, and bum. She found the button of his jeans and adeptly unfastened it, and slid the zipper down, allowing his jeans to fall open
