“It’s not my time I was thinking of,” replied Alyssa calmly. “It’s my smooth, snug pussy.”
Brad’s eyes were wide. Yes, he knew all too well what she meant! Pulse raging, he was certain that right now, in his wildly agitated frustration, he himself could goop her up enough to make it seem that half a dozen c***s had already been there. And yet that, he knew, was not how she wanted to get her big gratifying load of jism...No, to be flattered the way she needed would require not merely one super-messy climax from a staid and familiar husband but spurt after spurt from some unknown d***s whose grunting thrusts made her feel wild and womanly and alive. Though Brad’s long-denied orgasm would truly complete him as he craved, to her it would only be a matter of annoyance. She wanted more, far mor
