She Says The Sweetest Things
My dirty talking wife thrills a stranger, and me, with her filthy imagination.She was gripping the little black purse fiercely, like she expected it to leap from her hand, frightened of how sexy its owner looked in the new dress. Even though I’d seen her put on this glorious spaghetti strap bodycon not half an hour ago, I was still blown away by the deep cleavage the bodice created with the help of her ample breasts. She was a coke bottle encased in strappy silk the color of pink champagne. Wispy s...