Our talks had just been foreplay, at the “someday we should consider doing this” stage. You tore my..Ouch!”
Her complaint became a surprised yelp when Brent grabbed her bra-clad breasts, his fingers probing and pinching at both nipples. Porn Brent sat heavily in one of the chairs facing the couch. Her arms came up, her hands pushing at his hips to try to fend him off. “Brent, I believe you briefly met my lovely wife Mary before, and Mary, I know you remember meeting Brent.”
Mary struggles to a standing position as Brent reaches her, lifting her arms for a welcoming hug and cheek kiss. She tried to say something in a shocked, or perhaps outraged tone, but the sound was muffled by the pressure of Brent’s lips against hers.
