Chapter 27
I DIDN'T ASK MARISSA whether she'd ever tried strap-on s*x, and she didn't ask me. All we asked each other was, “Do you want to be the strap-er or the strap-ee?”
We settled on me strapping on and Marissa playing host to my massive dildo.
“Is it bigger than your ex?” I asked.
She laughed uproariously and said, “God, yes!”
Marissa went into the bathroom while I washed the dildo in the kitchen sink. Once I was convinced it was clean as a whistle, I brought it to the bedroom and stripped down to nothing. I was good and n***d, just about to step into the red leather harness, when the bathroom door opened.
Out stepped Marissa in the most stunning lingerie.
It was nothing like Kristen's showy latex get-up. Marissa had on a subdued b*a and panty set made of rose gold lace. T
