“I am a cuckold, after all,” he admitted matter-of-factly, “and a c*m-eater—I suppose it is only natural that you make me your cocksucker, too.” He gave an airy, seemingly unconcerned shrug as she touched herself urgently, shivering in the sweetness of her own intimate struggles.
“Please, Mistress,” asked Brad with a wicked consciousness of purpose, “wouldn’t it be more fitting if I suck off another twelve men for you?” He stared straight into her excited dark eyes. “Could I, Mistress?” he begged her teasingly. “Please? Please?”
Brad watched her breath catch in her throat, watched the helpless excitation of her gasping face. Her red-lipped mouth worked, but no coherent words came. Ecstatic in her m**********n, that glorious act which now was not only the confession of her most private ne
