“Babe?” I heard Leanne’s voice call out. “But carry on, please.”
“So it would be getting late. A pearl of precum beaded out. Need another wash, though,” I chuckled. Handsome, dark, in a suit. God, I don’t like the image, yet at the same time, it’s really fucking hot.”
“Yeah?”
I panned the camera down and showed her how hard I was. “Of course.”
“Did you let him?”
“No. “So tell me something really out there,” I breathed, watching her lay on our bed in a sexy little nighty that accented the curves of her hips and full round breasts. “Are you okay?”
I sensed a tinge of apprehension in her voice. That obviously put a dent in our sex life. Leanne was what I’d say, extremely sexually compatible with me. This is too much,” I groaned, feeling my nuts tightening with need. “I want to let him treat me like a whore.”
“Tell me. “That’s not so crazy.”
“… but I didn’t want it. “Do you like the thought of being forced to suck cock?”
“Yeah. God, I don’t like the image, yet at the same time, it’s really fucking hot.”
“Yeah?”
I panned the camera down and showed her how hard I was.
