Michael Jones

Lindsay turns around and sees her husband Michael standing there. "Hello Mrs. Jones." Michael says with a smile. "Hello Mr. Jones. What's up?" Lindsay replied. "What's up is it's 6 o'clock and I wanna get out of here", he says gesturing toward the clock. Lindsay looks over, and sure enough he's right. Lindsay turns back to her computer, "Okay babe, let me save this real quick and turn off all my shit, then we can go."
Lindsay begins to do this. Michael comes up behind her, crouches down, and wraps his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. He slowly begins to message them through her shirt, "Ooooh... That's nice. Someone's feeling frisky." Lindsay giggles. Michael kisses her on the neck, "You have no idea." One of his hands slide down and begins to rub Lindsay's pussy through her jean-shorts, Lindsay lets out a light moan, "Oh, Michael..."