Eat dinner?
Are we really eating? Not fucking?
This invitation is full of temptation and excitement.
Of course, there's also danger mixed in.
I never expected Amy to be this bold, inviting me over to her house for dinner again.
Is Johnny home? I don't want to guess the answer, and I don't know how to respond to her.
"Don't worry, Johnny won't find out."
This sentence exposed Amy's real intention—she wants my dick.
Won't find out? That means Johnny's at home! Fucking dinner!
Some people just like to seek thrills, and Amy is one of them.
She's a gentle, proper wife, but Johnny's indifference makes her life miserable.
The idea of revenge has started to grow inside her.
Fuck!
"Can I refuse?" I know I'm still weak now; I need to be careful.
Amy got down in front of me, licking my cockhead with her tongue. "Do you want to refuse?"
"I need to think about it."
"If you come, I'll let you fuck my ass."
"WHAT?"
"Do you want it? I've never let Johnny touch it."
Fuck!
