I can’t help the images, the guilty fantasies that keep creeping up on me. Him laying her low, making her crawl across his library floor in nothing but her glasses. Her rubbing her cheek against his thigh as he necklaces her throat with his hand. Her cheeks stained red and her eyes sparkling with tears as he ties her legs apart and paddles her pussy. Him making me lick that paddle clean. Him dragging me by the hair until I’m tonguing her ass, her pussy, everywhere she’s wet and soaking for us.
