A Wild Night
A Wild Night
As midnight eased into the early morning hours, my mental imagery was torture.
I would alternate between fantasies of Rick fucking Anne in all different
positions, with fantasies of Anne resolutely turning down Rick's advances,
saying "No, I'm a married woman!"
A Wild Night
Tellingly, my cock was rock hard as I imagined Rick ploughing into Anne's
pussy. With guilty perversion, I stroked myself to an incredible orgasm, which
brought on sleep. Suddenly, I awoke with the sound of the telephone. I looked
at the clock; it was 2:26 AM!
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