And that longing desperation, she reminded him smugly, was exactly what her lovers needed right now. If he could not gratify his hands and his body and his mouth upon the succulent pale flesh which she withheld, then he would simply have to turn his lips instead upon the engorged, drizzling purple cockheads of his rivals. Goodness, it was only fair, she might assert wickedly. Why, those poor fellows needed their orgasms, after all. A naughty husband might want his wife’s jiggly little breasts in his mouth, or her blood-warmed earlobe, or her wanton, lively tongue? Oh, but another man’s p***s would simply have to do! Again the blushing man would have to thank her for supposed kindness, contrite and humble…and yet thrilling somewhere deep within even as he squirmed and recoiled.
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