The Sacred Spill

She rolls off him, a slow, wet separation, and spreads her legs wide on his wife's sheets. The mixed spend of man and dog gleams on her inner thighs, a viscous trail leading to her swollen, used opening. She looks down at the mess, then up at him, her expression one of absolute, reverent hunger. "Your turn, Daddy. Taste what you and thor made." She goes on a extremely long and hot dirty talk spree again. Aiming at making ross cum without touching him. She wanted him to cum while cleaning the cum from her pussy.