Again, smirking, Alyssa nodded for him to continue.
“But in the end,” he told his wife with quiet certainty as he imagined it, “I’m sure it was your snug pink v****a that took their every desperate squirt…” Oh, how wicked it was say, and yet it thrilled him somehow, too, like a special secret the two of them shared. “You lay back, and you opened yourself up, all spongy and hairy and wet, and you let them do anything they wanted inside of you—anything.”
“You think so?” she wondered at last, lightly
Helplessly Brad licked his lips. “I h-h-hope so…” he whispered.
The corner of Alyssa’s lips quirked ever so faintly.
“So, so much…” husked the poor boy in hopeful, pleading tones.
For a long, long moment Alyssa smiled at the look in his eyes. “There was my friend the owner,” she said at las
