Or a kinky much younger Frenchman?”
I already knew what Wanda’s toy boy looked like after she had showed me a range of pics at our lunch meetings – an amalgam of the questions I had teased my man with. Jimi standing behind him in front of the mirror, calm and focused, wanting to seduce my man, undoing his shirt buttons, sliding his hands over his chest, teasing his nipples, a sure way to arouse him even more after he reacted to his large flaccid cock. Using his other hand to gently tease his balls. His now very erect almost ten-inch, thick cock pointing out at ninety-degrees, the vein running along it already so pronounced. Watching him fighting to hold back his orgasm as Jimi edged him, his only contact alternating sliding a fingertip along the underside of his erection, then licking and sucking just the tip of his erection. Wanda and me both so turned on watching our men, our fingers teasing inside each other’s thighs. Jimi standing behind him in front of the mirror, calm and focused, wanting to seduce my man, undoing his shirt buttons, sliding his hands over his chest, teasing his nipples, a sure way to arouse him even more after he reacted to his large flaccid cock.
