Having swallowed more in the last 24 hours than in the last year of marriage, Trish let go of him and mashed her tits around his thrusting cock with both hands, sealing it in a tunnel of womanly flesh. "All over me," she purred around his balls, nuzzling with her mouth and licking on them. She could him throbbing, then jerking, his cock spurting between her breasts, and when the head pushed through shooting onto her soft, jiggling belly.<br/><br/>It was hot. More than just literally.<br/><br/>As she felt the last few thrusts, the way his muscles in his legs tightened, his sack shrunk up, the final few drops and one weak splash, she wiggled away and sat up. Looking down at his seed all over the insides of her tits, running down her belly. The guy was a machine!  Smiling, she wiped at her wet face, "I need to clean up," she told him. It felt so naughty, being in a strangers house and using their tissue to wipe off, flushing it and hiding the evidence. Coming back out of the bathroom she gave Mark a kiss on the cheek and started dressing, frowning at a wet spot where a blast got on the waist of her jeans. "Careful about calling, hubby is home," she said. "Text me instead, ok?"