“Yeah, you can fuck me in the ass,” I said with a grin from my throne. He was totally enamored by the sight of my bare pussy glistening in the warm candlelight a mere foot in front of his face. “But first,” I went on, giving my clit ring a gentle twist, “you have to suck my husband’s cock.”
The boyishly-handsome toy hesitated, but I wasn’t worried. I leaned forward, reminding him of the massive breasts being held aloft by my corset.
“You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” I reached forward and traced a gloved finger along the line of his jaw, down his neck, then on to the solid muscles of his chest. He shook his head and I smiled. “Good.” I leaned back in my massive chair, crossed my legs at the knees, and waved him away to where my husband was stroking his cock behind this young stud.
[i know you want more...]
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