My Wife and the Man Next Door (7)
“I get hard thinking about you fúckíng another man,” Theo admitted, his voice low and tight with desire. “That’s insane, isn’t it?”
Talia didn’t flinch. Her tongue ran slowly along the underside of his c**k before she lifted her gaze to meet his. “No,” she said. “It’s fílthy. And it turns me on too.”
Theo let out a shaky breath. Her mouth returned to his shaft, taking him in deep, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Her hand cupped his balls and rolled them with steady pressure. His hips jerked forward instinctively.
“Would you…” he choked out, eyes fluttering as she sucked harder. “Would you sleep with him?”
She pulled her mouth away with a loud pop and stroked him with fast, greedy movements.
“I’m married, baby,” she purred, dragging her tongue acros
