She’d allowed herself to get swept up in the moment, and had inadvertently asked about his Perfect Girlfriend, not about his perfect mayor’s wife or perfect goal-related political companion like she’d meant to. She imagined herself a stately, elegant, raven-haired beauty, like Jackie O, with the power and the political savvy to rule alongside her husband publicly, all while taking their sex life to new heights privately as her success and acumen fueled his desire for her. Porn I was just thinking…” She felt her urge continuing to grow stronger, and was soon compelled to ask the fateful question: “Honey, what kind of women do you like?”
“What? She would curse herself for drinking that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice if it hadn’t made her love becoming a bratty, exhibitionist slut so much. When she got home after clandestinely picking up her purchase from their P.O. “What’s gotten into you!?” he asked as he sank into his desk chair, confused but clearly aroused again by her behavior even after having cum so recently. She imagined herself a stately, elegant, raven-haired beauty, like Jackie O, with the power and the political savvy
