The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
“What, I am supposed to stare at you all day now.”
“I stare at you all the time, you staring at me isn’t a crime” I cooed
“ but I didn’t ask you to.” She hissed.
“ you didn’t, but I enjoy watching you, your face is my newest addiction, seeing you naked, and the face you make when you come, fuck, I should have it paint.” I said teasing her.
She made a disgusting face.” You are so impossible.”
I brought my face closer to hers, close enough that I could see the faint tremble in her lips. She tried to hold my gaze, but her resolve cracked. Her breath shuddered as my thumb brushed the edge of her jaw, tracing the line down to her chin.