“Oh Rob… stop it! That’s crazy… crazy,” she mewed. The second protest came out a little weaker as he gave her captive breast a gentle squeeze.
“Come on jenny-slut, admit it, you’d love to f**k the guy. Be honest with me. You’re such a horny little slut, all hot and bothered at the thought of that hard young c**k up driving right up that sweet little p***y of yours. He edged closer. “You want to f**k that kid, don’t you?” His hot whispered words, cut through her like a knife thru butter.
“No… no… no….” she barely was able to mutter, squirming, wiggling her shoulders in the rising heat of the breast play that Rob was so good at. After 11 years of marriage, Rob knew all the right buttons to push to have Jennifer melt in his arms.
He ignored her weak protests. “And you know what you’re goin
