The Secret Life Behind wife and friend cuckold

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in wife and friend cuckold. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with wife and friend cuckold,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“wife and friend cuckold, wife and friend cuckold, wife and friend cuckold!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “wife and friend cuckold” down on the streets fifty stories below.