Chapter Forty-Five

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Lisa continued to explain to me about her fantasies as I was forced to lay still on the bed and listen to her until my ears bled.

“When he just dives in face-first and just drowns in softness of my bre*sts... It is enough to make any man just f*cking explode! And they can be yours. All yours! You can squeeze them, slap them, suck them, f*ck them. You can pull out your fat d*ck and cover them with hot, thick cum! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, because they will be yours! And I guarantee that these f*cking jugs will give you more pleasure and more happiness than anything than that sweet, little Miss Colette can give you! And when you finally get your hands on these udders... mmm, it will be better than your f*cking wedding night! I guarantee it." she affirmed.

She stood straight up, her boobs bouncing with this motion, before she smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.

If her a*s could do dama