Daisy Dukes and a tight crop top
From Torg Adventure
Lucy couldn't figure out what came over her, but she knew that as her mind was melting to orgasm, she got a flash of what she was going to wear. Buried as deeply in her closet as her husband's fingers were in her cunt was a pair of extremely short Daisy Dukes and an old Def Leppard t-shirt that was two sizes too small before her tits swelled after having kids.
"Mmm, fuck me, Aaron," Lucy purred, aching to feel her husband's cock inside her. She barely registered that the bedroom door was wide open; way more open than she remembered it being when all this started seconds ago. Lucy's lust-fueled brain was even more turned on.
Aaron shook his head, stroking his meat in his wife's lacy thong while sloshing three fingers in and out of her sodden cunt.
"Aw fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" Lucy hissed a little too loud. Aaron stopped, pulling his fingers out of his wife's snatch and holding his arm up. It was drenched down to his elbow.
"Huh? Why? Put that fucking hand back to where it belongs, mister!" she begged in mock authority.
"Tell me what you're wearing today, my fucking amazing MILF," Aaron teased, slipping his pussy-soaked fingers along his wife's lips. She greedily sucked them into her mouth and worked them with her tongue to get every drop of cunt honey from her husband's fingers, just getting wetter and wetter in the process.
Lucy stopped sucking her pussy juice from her husband's fingers long enough to reply "Those short shorts and that band shirt you like!" and then inhaled his fingers again.
Aaron grinned.
"That shirt and those shorts. Don't you think they're a little..."
a little...what?
