My Wife's Nine-Inch Ex Made Me Hard

Danielle stretched languidly against the cool sheets, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across her bare shoulders. At twenty-eight, her body still hummed with that restless energy after a long day of nothing in particular, and tonight she felt mischievous. Gideon lay beside her, thirty and solid, one arm tucked behind his head as he scrolled absently on his phone. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, stirring the air against their skin. She rolled onto her side, pressing her thigh against his, and let her fingers trail idly over the sparse hair on his chest.

“Remember Emmett?” she asked, voice low and casual, like she was mentioning the weather. Her husband glanced over, one eyebrow lifting. Danielle smiled, the kind of smile that always meant trouble. She’d been thinking about this all evening—how jealous it used to make him whenever she dropped little crumbs about her past. Emmett had been the one before Gideon, the ex who lingered in the back of her mind with his cocky grin and that ridiculous body. Tonight she wanted to push. “He used to take me apart. Completely. I thought I’d tell you some things. See if it still gets under your skin.”

Gideon set the phone aside. “You’re trying to start something.”

“Maybe.” She shifted closer, her bare breast brushing his ribs. “He was thick. Nine inches, Gideon. I measured it once with my hand, base to tip, and it still hung past my wrist. When he got hard it was like holding a fucking pipe. Hot and heavy and veined so deep I could feel every ridge when he pushed inside me.” Her voice dropped into that husky register she used when she wanted him reacting. “I’d be on my back and he’d stretch me open so slow at first, just the head popping past, and I’d already be shaking. Then he’d feed me the rest—inch after inch until I could feel him in my stomach. God, the way he’d fill me. No room left. Just that huge cock splitting me.”

She watched his face carefully, waiting for the flash of anger, the tight jaw, the muttered “Jesus, Dani.” Instead something else happened. Against her thigh she felt it—his cock twitching, thickening, pressing warm and insistent through the thin fabric of his boxers. Danielle’s breath caught. She looked down, saw the unmistakable outline hardening against her skin, and a slow, wicked heat bloomed low in her belly. He wasn’t mad. He was getting hard.

“You’re not pissed,” she whispered, almost laughing, almost breathless. “Gideon… you’re hard.”

He swallowed, eyes dark. “Keep talking.”

She slid her hand lower, palm flat over the growing bulge, feeling it jump under her touch. “I used to ride him facing away so I could watch it disappear into me in the mirror. Nine thick inches sliding in and out, shiny with how wet I got. He’d grip my hips and slam up and I’d come so hard I’d cry. Remember how I used to get sore for days after him? That was why. He ruined me for anything smaller for a while.” Her fingers curled around the shaft through the cloth, stroking once, slow. “You’re leaking already. Look at you.”

Gideon’s hips shifted, pushing into her hand. “Fuck. Yeah.”

Danielle kept going, voice thicker now, the story pouring out because it was working—better than jealousy ever had. “One night Sonia came over. You know Sonia—our friend, twenty-seven, that tight little body and the filthy mouth. Emmett had her over too. We’d been drinking wine, nothing crazy, just enough to loosen everything. He bent me over the couch first, pushed that monster cock into me from behind while Sonia watched. I was moaning like a whore, taking every inch, and then he pulled out, shiny and dripping, and told her to get on her knees. She sucked him right after he’d been inside me. Took as much as she could, choking, eyes watering, while I fingered myself watching. Then he fucked her. Same couch. I held her open so he could sink in deep, and she screamed when he bottomed out. Nine inches buried in her while I kissed her mouth and played with her tits. He switched between us. One thrust in me, two in her, until we were both ruined and shaking and covered in him.”

Gideon groaned, low and rough. His cock was fully hard now, straining, the head escaping the waistband of his boxers and smearing wet against Danielle’s fingers. “Christ. The two of you… taking that. I can see it. Sonia’s legs spread, you holding her, that huge cock sliding between you.”

“You like it,” Danielle breathed, sliding her hand inside his boxers properly now, skin on hot skin. She wrapped her fist around him—thicker than average, solid, but not nine inches, and right now that comparison only made her wetter. She stroked him from root to tip, twisting over the sensitive head the way he loved. “Tell me. Admit it.”

“It’s hot,” he said, voice rough. “So fucking hot. You and Sonia stuffed full of him. Switching. I keep seeing it—her coming on his cock while you lick her clit, then him burying himself in you again. Makes me want to—” He cut off as she squeezed harder, thumb spreading the wetness down his length.

Danielle leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry. Their tongues met, slick and urgent. She kept stroking while they kissed, her bare thigh thrown over his, her own cunt aching and slick against his hip. Gideon’s hand found her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked hard, then sliding down her stomach, between her legs. Two fingers parted her folds and sank into the heat there. She was soaked, clenching around him immediately.

“Keep going,” he murmured against her mouth. “More. What else did he do to you two.”

She rocked onto his fingers, riding them while her hand worked his cock in long, firm strokes. “He put us on the bed after. Made Sonia sit on my face so I could eat her while he fucked me. Every time he slammed in, it pushed my tongue deeper into her. She came all over my mouth, grinding, and I could feel how full I was—stretched so wide around him I thought I’d split. Then he pulled out, flipped us, and had me sit on her face while he took her from behind. I watched his cock disappear into her, those veins, that thick base, and I came just from the sight and her tongue. He lasted forever. Fucked us both until we were begging, then came on our tits and made us rub it in together.”

Gideon’s fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her thighs shake. His cock throbbed in her fist, leaking steadily now. “I want to hear you say how much bigger he was. How you still think about it.”

“He was bigger,” she whispered, kissing along his jaw, biting lightly. “Nine inches of thick cock that owned me. Owned Sonia too that night. I’d wake up the next day walking funny and still wanting more. And right now you’re hard as iron because of it. Because your wife used to take a cock that could rearrange her guts, and shared it with our friend.” She pumped him faster, wet sounds filling the quiet room. “Does it make you want to fuck me harder? Pretend you’re filling me like he did?”

He answered by rolling her onto her back, mouth crashing down on hers again. Their bodies pressed flush—his cock trapped between them, sliding against her slick folds as they ground together. Danielle wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer. Hands roamed everywhere: his on her tits, squeezing, pinching nipples; hers sliding down to cup his balls, rolling them while she kept describing the stretch, the burn, the way Emmett’s cock had forced her open and left her gaping afterward.

They kissed like they were starving, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Gideon’s fingers returned between her legs, three now, thrusting deep while his thumb circled her clit. Danielle moaned into his mouth, hips bucking, still narrating in broken gasps—how Sonia had ridden Emmett reverse-cowgirl while Danielle sucked her nipples, how he’d bent them both over side by side and alternated strokes until they came screaming. Every detail made Gideon harder, his cock jumping against her stomach, precome smearing her skin.

She reached between them again, lined him up so the head of his cock nestled against her entrance, but she didn’t push down yet. Just held him there, teasing, while she kept talking. “He made me take it in the ass once too. After he’d already fucked my cunt raw. Spit and pressure and then that thick head popping in. I came from the fullness alone. Sonia watched and played with herself. You like that image, don’t you? Your wife stuffed full of nine inches in her ass while her friend fingers herself.”

Gideon’s breath was ragged. “Fuck yes. Keep your hand on me. Don’t stop the story.”

Danielle stroked him slowly now, base to tip, smearing her own wetness onto him from where they almost joined. Their mouths met again, softer this time but no less hungry, bodies slick with sweat in the lamplight. She could feel how close he was riding the edge, how every word about Emmett’s cock and Sonia’s mouth and the three of them tangled together only wound him tighter. Her own cunt throbbed around nothing, aching to be filled, but she held back—teasing them both higher. The tension crackled between them, thick and electric, Gideon's cock pulsing in her fist while her free hand roamed his chest, nails scraping lightly.

She whispered one more detail against his lips—how Emmett had made her and Sonia clean his cock together afterward, tongues meeting around the shaft—and felt him shudder hard. Their kissing deepened again, hands greedy, the dirty story still unfinished between them, the night barely begun.

Gideon growled against her mouth and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, the sheets twisting under her bare skin. Danielle’s legs fell open without hesitation, already slick and aching, and he wasted no time burying his face between them. His tongue dragged flat and slow up her folds, then speared deep, fucking into her cunt while she gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair.

“Oh fuck—Gideon—” she moaned, hips tilting up to feed him more. “Emmett used to stretch me just like this first. He’d hold me open with his thumbs and spit on that fat head before he pushed in. Nine thick inches, baby. I’d feel every ridge dragging against my walls, splitting me wider than I thought I could take. He’d stop halfway just to watch me squirm, then shove the rest home until I could feel him punching against my fucking cervix.”

Gideon groaned into her pussy, the vibration shooting straight up her spine. He sucked her clit hard between his lips, two fingers sliding in beside his tongue to stretch her open the way she was describing. Danielle’s thighs clamped around his head. She kept talking, voice breaking on every wet lick.

“He’d pull almost all the way out so I could see how shiny and huge he was, then slam back in until the air left my lungs. I came so many times on that cock I lost count. My pussy would be gaping when he finally pulled free—just this wet, open hole that wouldn’t close right away.” Her nails scraped his scalp. “You’re licking me like you want to taste how stretched I still get thinking about it.”

He ate her like a man starving, tongue curling, fingers crooking against the spot that made her see stars. Danielle’s back arched off the mattress, heels digging into his shoulders. The filthy memories poured out of her in a rush—how Emmett had held her knees to her chest and bottomed out over and over until she sobbed with how full she was, how Sonia had leaned in once and licked around the base of that massive cock while it was still buried inside her. Every word made Gideon’s tongue work harder, his free hand shoving his boxers the rest of the way down so his cock sprang free, hard and leaking against the sheets.

When she was shaking and dripping down his chin he rose up, eyes black with lust. Danielle pushed him onto his back and swung a leg over, settling into reverse-cowgirl so her ass faced him. She reached between her thighs, gripped his cock, and sank down in one long, slow glide. They both groaned as she took every inch.

“Watch,” she ordered, looking back over her shoulder. “Watch my ass bounce while I tell you how much bigger he felt.” She rose up until just the head stayed inside, then dropped hard, her cheeks jiggling against his hips. Gideon’s hands flew to her waist, fingers digging in as he stared at the filthy sight of his cock disappearing into her stretched hole.

Danielle rode him fast and deep, ass bouncing, the wet slap of skin filling the room. “Emmett’s cock was thicker, longer—nine inches that made me feel like I was being split open every single thrust. Yours feels so good, baby, but his owned me. He’d grip my hips just like that and fuck up into me until I was screaming. I’d look down and see how far he stretched my lips around him. God, I’d get so wet it would drip down his balls.”

Gideon thrust up hard to meet her, the comparison only making him pistoning faster. “Fuck, Dani—keep talking. Tell me how he ruined this pretty pussy.” His eyes stayed locked on her bouncing ass, on the way her hole clung to him on every upstroke.

She ground down in circles, moaning loud. “He made me come three times in a row once just from that size alone. I couldn’t walk straight the next day. Sonia laughed and said she could still see how open I was. And right now you’re fucking me harder because of it, aren’t you? Because your wife used to take a nine-inch monster and come screaming on it.”

He answered by slamming up into her so hard she cried out, her ass rippling with every impact. Danielle reached back and spread her cheeks for him, letting him watch every filthy detail while she kept riding, keep describing the stretch, the burn, the way Emmett’s veins had dragged against her g-spot until she soaked the sheets. Gideon’s cock throbbed inside her, thicker and harder with every word.

When she started to shake again he flipped them once more, pushing her onto her back and hooking her legs high over his shoulders. He drove into her in one deep thrust, folding her nearly in half so he could pound straight down into her cunt. Danielle’s hands clutched the sheets above her head, mouth open on broken moans.

“Yes—fuck me like that. Harder. Emmett used to fold me just like this and bury all nine inches until I couldn’t breathe. I’d feel him in my stomach, baby. Every time he bottomed out I’d come a little. You’re so hard right now listening to this—I can feel you pulsing. You love that I took that huge cock, that I still get wet remembering how he stretched me raw.”

Gideon fucked her relentlessly, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. “It’s so fucking hot,” he growled. “You and Sonia stuffed full of him. That nine-inch dick rearranging you. Makes me want to wreck this pussy right now. Tell me again how much bigger he was.”

“Bigger,” she gasped, legs trembling over his shoulders. “So much thicker. He filled every inch of me and still had more. I’d beg him to go deeper even when it hurt in the best way. And you—you’re fucking me like you want to compete with the memory. God, yes, pound me. I’m so close—”

They were both loud now, voices overlapping, filthy confessions tumbling out between wet slaps and ragged breaths. Danielle told him how Emmett had made her and Sonia take turns riding that monster until they were both gaping and shaking; Gideon groaned that the image made him want to come deep inside her right now. Her heels dug into his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. He reached between them and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while he hammered her.

“I’m gonna come,” she cried. “Come with me—think about his huge cock stretching me while you fill me up. Fuck, Gideon—”

He slammed home one last time and stayed buried, grinding hard as they shattered together. Danielle’s cunt clenched and fluttered around him in powerful waves, her scream muffled against his shoulder. Gideon groaned her name and unloaded in thick, hot pulses, flooding her while they both kept gasping how insanely turned on the confession had made them. Their bodies locked, shaking, sweat-slick and still rocking through the aftershocks.

Even as the intensity peaked and slowly began to ebb, Danielle’s fingers stayed tight in his hair and Gideon’s cock remained buried deep, still half-hard, the dirty words hanging between them like a live wire. Her legs slipped from his shoulders but stayed wrapped around his waist, heels pressing, already rolling her hips in small, needy circles against him. She whispered another half-finished memory against his ear—something about Emmett making her and Sonia clean every inch of that nine-inch cock with their tongues—and felt him twitch and thicken again inside her. The night was nowhere near finished.

Even as the last shudders rippled through them, Gideon stayed buried to the hilt, his cock still twitching inside the flooded clutch of Danielle’s cunt. Sweat cooled on their skin under the slow turn of the ceiling fan. Her legs stayed locked around his waist, heels pressing lazy circles into the backs of his thighs while their chests heaved against each other. The thick pulse of his come leaked out around his shaft with every tiny shift, warm and sticky down the cleft of her ass. Danielle’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly over his scalp as she dragged in one long breath after another.

Gideon finally eased back just enough to look down at her. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, soft and shiny and spent, resting heavy against her inner thigh. A thick rope of his come followed, painting a glossy trail across her swollen folds. Danielle’s hips gave one last involuntary rock, chasing the emptiness, then she went still except for the rise and fall of her tits. The air smelled like sex and salt and the faint leftover tang of the wine they’d shared earlier. Her pussy fluttered once more, expelling another slow trickle that soaked the sheet beneath them.

She caught her breath in shallow pants that gradually deepened. Her free hand drifted down between their bodies, fingertips tracing the slick mess coating her cunt lips, gathering some of it, then lifting it to smear across her own nipple. Gideon watched, eyes dark, still breathing hard through his nose. Danielle’s mouth curved into that same wicked smile she’d worn when she first mentioned Emmett’s name. The one that meant trouble, the one that had started all of this.

“I’m glad,” she said, voice low and hoarse from screaming. “I’m so fucking glad my story made you hard instead of mad.” She reached lower and wrapped her fingers around his spent cock—soft, wet, still thick enough to fill her palm—and began stroking him with slow, deliberate pulls. The loose skin slid easily over the head, coated in their mixed come. She twisted her wrist on every upstroke the way she knew made him twitch even when he was drained. “Look at you. Still jumping in my hand. You came so deep thinking about that nine-inch cock splitting me open. About Sonia choking on it right after it had been inside me. I thought you’d get pissed. I thought you’d shut me up. Instead you fucked me like an animal.”

Gideon’s hips gave a weak thrust into her fist. A fresh bead of come welled at the tip and she smeared it down the length with her thumb. He groaned, low in his chest. “Keep stroking,” he rasped. “Tell me again.”

Danielle sat up enough to lean over him, still pumping his cock in those long, lazy strokes. Her bare breasts brushed his chest, nipples dragging through the sweat. She kissed him deeply—open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow and filthy against his, tasting herself on his lips from when he’d eaten her earlier. She sucked his tongue the way she’d described Sonia sucking Emmett, messy and wet, while her hand never stopped working him. His cock thickened a fraction in her grip, blood trickling back in despite how hard he’d just come. She hummed into the kiss, pleased, and kept stroking, base to tip, smearing everything wetter.

When she pulled back for air their mouths stayed close, breaths mingling. “Next time we fuck,” she whispered against his lips, “I’m going to tell you about the night Emmett bent me over the kitchen counter and made me count every inch as he fed it into my ass. How I got to seven before I started crying from how full I was, and he still had two more to go. How Sonia held my cheeks open so she could watch that thick cock disappear. I’ll describe the way it felt dragging out of me—every vein, every ridge—while you fuck this cunt again.” Her fist tightened and she pumped him a little faster, wet squelching sounds filling the quiet. “You’ll get hard just like tonight. Harder. You’ll want to hear every filthy detail while you’re buried in me.”

Gideon’s hand found her breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple she’d smeared with come until it stood stiff. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Tell me about that counter. Tell me how wide he stretched that tight little hole.”

Danielle smiled against his mouth and kissed him again, deeper, dirtier, tongues sliding while she kept stroking his spent cock back toward half-hard. She shifted so her thigh draped over his, her still-leaking pussy pressed against his hip, smearing more of their mess onto his skin. “I’ll tell you how he made me push back onto every inch until my ass was stuffed full and I could feel him in my guts. How I came just from the stretch, no one touching my clit. How Sonia licked around the base while he was buried, tasting me on him. You’ll be throbbing in my hand the whole time, just like this.” She gave his cock a firm squeeze, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the fresh wetness. “And then I’ll climb on top and ride you while I describe the way he came in my ass and made us both eat it out of me afterward. Tongues meeting, filthy as hell. You’ll fuck up into me so hard the headboard hits the wall.”

Their kissing turned hungrier again, teeth nipping, her hand never pausing on his cock. She stroked him root to tip, slow and filthy, feeling him thicken another degree under her fingers. A second dribble of come leaked out and she used it for slicker friction. Gideon’s free hand slid down her back, gripped her ass, fingers dipping into the wet crease where his earlier load still seeped from her cunt. He pushed two fingers into her easily, curling them, feeling how loose and used she still was.

Danielle moaned into the kiss and kept talking between wet slides of tongue. “Next time I’ll start with how Emmett measured that nine-inch cock against my face before he fucked my throat. How the head hit the back and I still had more than a hand’s length left. How I gagged and drooled all over it while Sonia fingered herself watching. You’ll be rock hard listening. You’ll make me suck you while I keep describing it—how thick the veins were under my tongue, how heavy his balls felt when I cupped them. Then you’ll flip me over and pound this pussy while I tell you about the time he and Sonia double-teamed me with just his cock and her fingers stretching me open together until I squirted all over the sheets.”

Gideon’s fingers fucked deeper into her, three now, scissoring, stretching her again while she stroked him. His cock was half-hard in her fist, the head flushed dark, leaking steadily. “Fuck yes,” he growled against her lips. “Keep going. More stories. I want every dirty thing that huge cock did to you and Sonia.”

She pumped him faster, wrist twisting, the wet sound of her hand on his cock mixing with the slick noise of his fingers in her cunt. Their bodies slicked together, thighs sticky, the sheet beneath them soaked. Danielle’s hips rocked against his hand, riding those fingers while she kept describing future confessions. “I’ll tell you how he made me wear a plug all day at work once so I’d stay open for him that night. How I came home aching and he pulled it out and replaced it with all nine inches in one thrust. How Sonia was already there, naked, waiting to lick my clit while he fucked me. You’ll get so hard hearing it you’ll come before I even finish the story. Or you’ll last forever just so I can keep talking.”

She kissed him again, deep and filthy, tongue fucking his mouth the way she wanted his cock to fuck her again later. Her hand never stopped—long strokes, slow twists over the head, gathering every drop of fresh precome and smearing it down. Gideon’s fingers curled hard inside her, finding that swollen spot, rubbing until her thighs trembled. She was getting wetter around him, fresh slick mixing with his earlier load, dripping down his wrist.

“And after that,” she whispered between kisses, voice thick, “I’ll tell you about the night Emmett fucked Sonia’s throat until she cried, then made her sit on my face so I could taste him on her while he buried that monster cock in my ass again. How I came with my tongue in her cunt and nine inches stretching my hole. You’ll be so turned on you’ll shove your cock between my tits and fuck them while I keep talking. You’ll paint my face and make me lick it off while I describe how much bigger he felt than you—how he ruined me, how I still get wet remembering the stretch.”

Gideon groaned and thrust into her fist, cock almost fully hard again now, the head wet and glossy. His fingers pumped faster in her cunt, the wet slap loud. Danielle rode them shamelessly, ass rolling, still stroking him with that same deliberate rhythm. Their mouths stayed locked, kissing messy and open, spit connecting them when they parted just enough to breathe.

“Next time,” she promised against his lips, hand working him in long filthy pulls, “I’ll tell you every single thing. Every time that nine-inch cock owned this pussy. Every time Sonia and I shared it. Every gaping hole, every load he pumped into us, every dirty order he gave. You’ll stay hard the whole night. You’ll fuck me through every story until neither of us can walk. And I’ll keep stroking your cock just like this afterward, whispering about the next one while you drip all over my fingers.”

She squeezed him tighter, thumb pressing under the head, milking another thick bead. Gideon’s fingers curled hard and she clenched around them, another small orgasm fluttering through her—quick, sharp, making more of his earlier come squelch out onto his hand. She kept stroking through it, kissing him deeper, tongues sliding, both of them already whispering the next filthy promises between breaths.

“I’ll start with how he made me take it raw in the shower after he’d already fucked Sonia to tears,” Danielle murmured, fist pumping steady. “How the water ran down that huge cock while he pushed into me standing up, how I felt every inch until my toes curled. You’ll be leaking all over my hand before I even get to the part where he came on my face and Sonia licked it off.” Her voice dropped lower, dirtier. “You’ll beg me for more stories while your cock throbs. You’ll fuck me like you want to erase the memory and fail every single time because nothing feels as hot as knowing your wife used to take nine thick inches and still gets soaked remembering it.”

Gideon’s free hand gripped her ass harder, spreading her open so he could push a fourth finger into her stretched cunt, stuffing her full while she stroked him. Their bodies ground together, wet and messy, come and spit and sweat everywhere. Danielle’s kisses turned almost savage, teeth catching his lip, tongue pushing deep. She never stopped working his cock—base to tip, slow then faster, twisting, milking—while the dirty future promises poured out of her in a constant filthy stream.

“Next time you’ll come inside me while I tell you how Emmett made me and Sonia sixty-nine with his cock in the middle, both of us licking the shaft while he fucked both our throats by turns. How we drooled all over those nine inches until they were shining. How he finished on our tongues and made us swap it. You’ll unload so hard hearing it that it leaks out of me for hours.” She pumped him with both hands now for a moment, then went back to one tight fist, the other spreading her own cunt open around his fingers so he could feel how used and open she still was. “And when you’re soft again I’ll keep stroking just like this, whispering about the time he fucked my cunt until I was gaping, then shoved Sonia’s whole fist in after him just to show how wide he’d stretched me. You’ll get hard all over again. You’ll fuck me raw thinking about it.”

Their breathing stayed ragged. Gideon’s cock was fully hard in her grip again, the head purple and dripping. Danielle kissed him one more time—deep, tongue-fucking, filthy—while her hand worked him in those endless slow strokes that promised everything and gave nothing yet. She whispered the last of it against his mouth, voice thick with lust.

“I’ll tell you every dirty fucking detail until your cock is aching and my cunt is dripping and we’re both ruined all over again. More ex-boyfriend stories. More nine-inch cock. More Sonia stuffed full next to me. You’ll stay hard the whole time because nothing makes you throb like knowing I took that monster and still chose to fuck you while I describe it.”

She gave his cock one final, deliberate pull from root to tip, thumb swirling through the thick precome, then squeezed the head hard enough to make him jerk. Their mouths stayed locked, tongues sliding, her fist still wrapped around him, already planning the next round of confessions while his fingers stayed buried deep in her come-filled cunt.

Danielle’s last words were a wet whisper right against his ear as she kept stroking that hard cock: “Next time I want you to fuck my throat while I gag out every filthy memory of Emmett’s nine-inch dick wrecking both our holes until you paint my tonsils and make me swallow every drop like the cock-drunk wife I am.”