"What?"
"For my husband to finish what he f*****g started." Sammy took the lube bottle from the bedside table and squirted some into her hand. "What, you thought I forgot about what you promised? You wanted to love me, to take it slow. So we did that, and I loved you for your restraint." She kissed me softly as she stroked my d**k, spreading the lube on it. "Then you started f*****g me, and I loved you for your passion." Another kiss, harder this time. "Now? Now I want you to show me what you were going to do that second night, the night you made me choose a safeword. 'Rutabaga.' I remembered it. But I don't think-- " My smart little slut gave my c**k a squeeze. " -- I'm eeever going to need to use it. I think you know just what I like, because it's what you like. Isn't that right, big br
