“I think I chose well,” he says. “Don’t you?”
I say nothing. My mouth is full of his cock and also, the question wasn’t for me.
“Definitely,” she purrs, her hands on my head, urging me to take him deeper.
As she guides his erection into my soaking cunt, she’s unaware of how many times it’s already been inside me, bent over his desk. And he has no idea of how many times her fingers have made me cum in the shower at the gym.
Neither has realised that their “submissive” is in control here.
