With no further ado, Jackson yanked down my husband’s jeans and underwear and as I looked on in amazement, Tony’s semi-erect p***s sprang out and pointed accusingly at the writer/director.
“You look good,” Jackson said with an admiring glance down at my husband’s c**k. “You are one lucky lady, Victoria,” he said to me.
“Yes,” I said, the words heavy in my mouth, “yes I am.” And my mind jumped to the feel of my husband’s long, thick c**k sliding between my sopping wet p***y lips to penetrate my entrance, stretch my to capacity and fill me up inside until I feared I would burst. And all I wanted right then and there was for Jackson to kneel down in front of my husband and take that d**k into his hot, sexy mouth.
Instead, Jackson led my husband to the back of the couch by his tied wrists a
