Chapter 3253 My Cocksucking Whore Is My Wife:>Ep3
- The next time I saw her was when she called me out of the blue. It was February, and freezing cold. She invited me up to her penthouse, called down to the front desk, asked them to give me admittance, and take me up in the elevator. The warmth and the decorative look of her fireplace was a welcome addition. I wished that I had a fireplace.
- Then, again, not even giving me the chance to kiss her, unbuttoning my shirt, she started removing my clothes again. Surprised that she didn't give me money for allowing her to blow me, she made me feel like her whore. Uncomfortable with whatever this was, I felt used. Feeling how women must feel, I felt like a thing instead of a person. She moved to her knees while staring up at me and smiling.
- She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then, as she did before, she did again. She pushed my jeans and my underwear down to my ankles. As if my cock was a Jack-in-the-box, my erection nearly hit her in her eye.