“Sure, no problem. Anal sex Her pale white boobs bounced out, pink nipples erect. . Messages popped up. Dumb sign-off. I gripped his collar and led my wife’s sated co-star to the backyard. The audience let loose with the comment-board equivalent of catcalls. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty . Once she’d stopped dripping, I set it the plate in front of her, gripped her hair, and carefully lowered her face over it. And then he started lapping at them both.Muuuhhhh, said my wife. I gripped his collar and led my wife’s sated co-star to the backyard. Where would it be in 10 years? So much hate against women. there was always a way, especially where we lived. “Baby, we need to finish cleaning, right? My smart, waking wife didn’t know about the cameras and her audience, but this dumb, slurry one did. Her shoulders dropped. These comments troubled me. “Doggie ballz ’r dirty on the inside.”
“Atta girl,” I said, and she shivered with delight.
