“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered tightly, his fist urgent. “You—” Shivering, he shifted the position of his hand so as to pleasure his tired flesh more carefully. “You excite them so much, Mistress,” he agreed shakily, trying to flatter her wicked feminine ego. “And I can tell you love to feel them squirt all over the inside of your mouth,” he added slyly, “all over your tongue, filling your cheeks, drizzling down your throat…” He smiled as he both teased himself a little and also further egged her on with perverse compliments such as only his darling slut-wife would enjoy. “I can tell you love the taste,” he said purposefully, “all thick and stringy and salty. And you always seem to enjoy swallowing every gooey drop of their sperm—the more, the better.”
“Precisely,” she nodded unconcernedly
