Sweet Dreams
I walked around the table and moved toward Chomzy , who was now pinching her nipples.
“You’re okay with this?” I asked her, her boobs hypnotizing my eyes, swaying like the pointers of a broken clock.
“I mean judging at the size of your cock… I’d be dumb not to,”
My cheeks reddened before I could reply. Was this really happening? Was it a dream? I still wasn’t sure, but there was no turning back now.
“Prove it,” I said, looking at Chomzy .
My wife had now moved to the chair where I had been sitting. She stared at Chomzy as she dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock.