“That’s not so crazy.”
“… but I didn’t want it. “So fucking hot… Having a slut wife…”
Leanne’s breathing was fast and erratic now. He moves his hand up and gropes my tits.” Leanne husked, kneading her breast on the camera as if to make sure I got the idea. Would I say we’re a kinky couple? “I want to hear more.”
“He calls me a slut, because I knew what I was getting myself into, coming up to his hotel room. “Babe?” I heard Leanne’s voice call out. For some reason I couldn’t picture myself doing that for her, but a tall, dark, handsome stranger instead. We haven’t done it- too much fallout if that ever happened, but the fantasy was hot for her. “There is this one thing… But I’m scared to say it out loud…”
“Try me,” I said, my heart beating hard, anticipating what it could be that was so extreme. “Fuck,” I said to myself, panting. “Leanne, I’m going to cum. Right now?”
I swallowed. She laughed with me, but I sensed a thick, syrupy tension.
