The mannequin pushes in slowly, inch by delicious inch, stretching my entrance until I moan. He’s already thicker than Erik, who until recently was my best-endowed lover. Annoyance prickles my skin at the thought of that conniving bastard. I clench around the ginger root for a distraction, and a burst of heat burns away all thoughts of my husband. “Squeeze my cock again.” The mannequin makes shallow thrusts, filling me with tiny jolts of pleasure.
