She releases my ear, confident that she has a captive audience. “I got married a year ago. Of course, I married the nice guy. The guy our moms tell us to be with for a lifetime of satisfied needs and picket fences. He’s also boring as f**k! But you…you’re still the bad boy. I want you to be a bull for me, the alpha I know you are. Help me cuckold him. f**k my brains out while he sits there, bound and gagged, knowing he can’t f**k me like you used to. c*m inside me and make him eat it up. He can’t f**k me like you can.”
Fuck me like you used to? What? I look at her and see her expectant face. She’s waiting for me to give a green light, but I’m studying her from top to bottom. Who?
“Oh my god. You’re Laura, not Tara.” She nods in acknowledgement and gently squeezes my c**k. Damn it. She w
