He’s pushing my limits, testing me. He likes many of the same things I do — being watched, pleasure mixed with pain, messy, wet encounters in the backseat of the car.
He takes these ideas one step further.
“Would you let someone watch us, in the same room?”
“Someone like who, exactly? It’s not like your wife is up for a viewing.”
“What if I could find someone? What if I already have?”
I admit my intrigue.
“For example…?”
“Well,” he says, “Maybe I already know of some guys in this area who work from home and would be willing to let us use his bed for the price of watching.”
I’m quiet for a minute. Still under his gaze.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.” He leans forward, brushing his lips in my ear. “You want him to watch you get fucked like a dirty cum slut. You want him to want you, just as much as I want you. But he can’t have you, can he? Because for that time, you’ll be mine.”
Want me to be your’ dirty cum slut? Call me baby, but make sure your’ friends are watching, THAT will make me cum so hard, I am sooo wet just thinking about it!
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