“I want to stay sexy!”
“I love bimbos,” I grinned. All the skimpy, sexy clothing I always wished I was thin enough to wear were spread out before me. I’m Becca, and I’m here to take care of any of your shopping needs?”
“Do yo think this would look hot on me?” my wife asked, pulling a tight, red dress off the rack and holding it up to her body. “What does that mean?”
“Don’t worry your pretty, empty head,” he smiled, snapping another pic. “Good!” I beamed. I held out my arms. Becca was nearby the entire time, pretending to straighten the racks. She moaned and shuddered, cumming a second time on Janet’s lips as she suckled at her own tit. I bucked and gasped as it grew larger and larger, threatening to drown me in bliss. “You have such a big cock,” Becca moaned. I struggled to remember. “We’re not in your clinic.”
“Just making sure your skin still feels right.” I reached her breast, squeezing it.
