I can almost hear his gruff voice in my ear. Get on your knees and suck my cock, kókkino. He only calls me that because I have red hair. It doesn’t mean anything special. But it sounds special coming from him. What would it feel like to be fucked by him while Kourtney sits on my face? God, this is so wrong, fantasizing about my best friend and her husband. This is what they wanted though, isn’t it? I slip my hand into the waist band of my sleep shorts, rubbing myself to the thought of Kourtney and Jason.
