We gently rocked from side to
side, and Breigha began to kiss me lightly on my face, on my
forehead, gently on my closed eyelids, on the tip of my nose. But I am deeply impressed. It tasted musky, not unpleasant, and the taste
immediately went to the back of my throat. Go ahead, Peter, masturbate for them. Think about the two men, one in front and one behind you,
one whose cock is firmly in your mouth, for all purposes a total
stranger, and the other your husband, carefully milking that man’s
sex, the tip of which you hold between your lips. A sudden thrust of the tongue from behind,
penetrating me, would send my hips involuntarily jerking forward
into the depths of the waiting mouth and throat. Hell, I’d have
fucked the carpet on the floor at this point. Stroke it like your wife stroked yours the night she came home and
told you about being fucked by another man. Images of Linda’s “fling,” of her raunchy dancing with a strange
man, of sucking him in her car, of her being fucked from behind in
his apartment,
