“I would,” Brenda said with great confidence.
“What makes you say that?”
She hated that she was giving in to his fantasy, but it was also a fantasy that she enjoyed. They were lying in bed together, just relaxing before going to sleep. Brenda’s hand wandered down to his crotch; his c**k was already hard inside his pajama bottoms.
“Simple. I’ve endured more than her. You’ve been pinching and whipping and slapping my t**s for two years now. They’re tougher than leather.”
Jason touched her soft flesh, her tender n*****s. “I don’t think they feel like that at all.”
“It’s just an expression. Metaphorically tougher than leather.”
“I’m not sure. She looks pretty tough.”
In defiance Brenda wrapped Jason’s fingers around her n*****s and squeezed them down, forcing him to pinch her. Her expre
