“You’re sick.”
I’m sick. eporner “Someday maybe I will.”
“What?”
“Here,” she said. I needed him to feel as good as I did right now. Now I’m sitting here, writing this on the computer, while my wife showers and gets ready for her night out. She laughed. He didn’t want to go any faster than that. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances. I wished my tongue were long enough to massage his prostate. Light brown pussy hair. “Uhhh,” he moaned. My wife’s ribcage sixty-nined against mine as she breathed in and out, in and out, expand—hold—contract, expand—hold—contract. “You?”
I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. “He’s into anything at all. “Faggot,” the guy said, and I moaned into his ass.
