She felt the slow crawl of pussy juice running down her thigh and she was sore where his long finger had wormed it’s way into her protesting backside. She headed to the big chair and sat in the warm spot that the man had occupied moments earlier. xxx For a few minutes, she sat at the edge of her side of the bed and sobbed. Denise looked behind her, still holding the throbbing cock that she was working on. Denise stood at the window, wondering if he could see her naked body staring down at him. Denise walked into the bedroom and returned with the old vibrator that she had put away earlier.
