Ch 2 - Mr. Long (Typos Corrected)
You only care about stuffing me and honestly, it keeps me distracted, for a moment.
Until you start to tease again.
Rubbing me with just the tip is going to drive me insane.
“Husby,” I turn around, my ass pressed on the edge of the table.
It would no doubt leave a print and I sit even for cushioning my butt to rub the glass table so the evidence would be more obvious. So that woman would see it.
“When are we going to have a baby?” I ask and you look at me with a squint. The confusion etched in your eyebrows makes my heart skip with disappointment.
You’re not taking this seriously.
My mood is down and I want to turn around, but I know it would be a loss. Too much of a loss that I can’t afford at this moment, so I grab your long d**k in my palm and g
