Sunday, March 9, 2014

Friday Night

On Friday night, Emily and I went to a fancy dinner, she wore a cocktail dress and amazing lingerie.

I told her how pretty she looked as she was doing her makeup and she smile and said she wanted me to think about it all night, to be turned on all night, "but to remember one thing."

"What's that," I asked.

"When we get home," she said seductively, "your little clit isn't going inside me no matter how much you beg."

1 comment:

  1. I know that feeling quite well except my wife some how finds a guy to give her a quick screwing when we go to a party then when we get home I have to clean her.