Chapter 963

She rested her forearm on my chest, while the other hand made its way down to my cock. She traced the outline of it with her fingertips, teasing me with her perfectly manicured nails.

"She likes to suck cock, too," I said.

"Do you like when she’s sucked you?" Kat asked between kisses.

"Yeah," I said. "I told you. She doesn’t have a gag reflex."

"I saw that in action," Kat said. "It’s very impressive."

"So weren’t you going to show me something?" I inquired.

"Do you want to see it, daddy?" Kat said, her voice singsong and teasing. She was enjoying the build-up, and so was I. "Do you want to see your wife cum really hard on that guitar player’s big dick? I feel like such a basic slut swooning over a musician. But I couldn’t help myself."

"Maybe I should double-penetrate you with him sometimes," I said. "Maybe backstage at one of the shows.&