Mirror, Mirror
The after-effects of being back on the scene
“Oi, come upstairs, I need my cock sucked,” the message from hubby reads. Who can say no to such an invitation? I cannot. Not under the current circumstances. So, here I am, on my knees, at his service - took me less than a minute. He greets me right by the door - his trousers and boxers casually on his knees - with a very hard cock in my face. He also has his favourite black cock strap on, which means two things: 1., he...