What would you do if you catch your partner masturbating in secret?

[lowhc]

Originally Posted by AnnieYJL

Cannot scold him.

One day I went home, I saw the glass shower screen fogged from the steam. I saw my husband standing there with his hand moving rhythmically. Without a moment's hesitation, 'I' shed my clothes, leaving myself with a delicate pair of lace panties.

I approached my husband slowly and lowering myself to my knees, i leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I let my mouth works its magic, using a combination of soft sucking and deep throating. One hand caressed his balls gently, while the other caressing his hairy legs. In no time, my husband let out a soft groan. I quickened my pace to drive him to the edge, and then slowly back down, reveling in his pleasure. His hands reached out, gripping the shower walls as he fought for balance.

I took him in my mouth again and teased him further, enjoying the sight of his body tensing. I increasing the pace, with my mouth working frantically. My husband exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry with both my mouth and hands.

From that day on, I make sure my husband never felt the need to pleasure himself alone again. I surprise him in the shower often, always eager to provide him with a mind-“blowing” experience.

Good job! This is the stuff of dreams.

[BushTracker]

Your husband is a lucky man.

Originally Posted by AnnieYJL

Cannot scold him.

One day I went home, I saw the glass shower screen fogged from the steam. I saw my husband standing there with his hand moving rhythmically. Without a moment's hesitation, 'I' shed my clothes, leaving myself with a delicate pair of lace panties.

I approached my husband slowly and lowering myself to my knees, i leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I let my mouth works its magic, using a combination of soft sucking and deep throating. One hand caressed his balls gently, while the other caressing his hairy legs. In no time, my husband let out a soft groan. I quickened my pace to drive him to the edge, and then slowly back down, reveling in his pleasure. His hands reached out, gripping the shower walls as he fought for balance.

I took him in my mouth again and teased him further, enjoying the sight of his body tensing. I increasing the pace, with my mouth working frantically. My husband exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry with both my mouth and hands.

From that day on, I make sure my husband never felt the need to pleasure himself alone again. I surprise him in the shower often, always eager to provide him with a mind-“blowing” experience.