Chapter 26: Round Two
Paula's fingers drifted lazily across the sweat-slicked contours of Trevor's chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle that shifted beneath his dark skin. The afternoon sun painted stripes of gold across the kitchen counter, and she could still feel the ache between her thighs, that delicious soreness that reminded her exactly what she'd done here.
"So," she murmured, her voice still thick with satisfaction, "what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?"
Trevor's hand came up to catch hers, his fingers intertwining with her smaller ones. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, those dark eyes glinting with something that made her stomach flip. He was still naked, sprawled against the marble counter like he owned the place, completely unbothered by his own nudity.
"I don't know, Paula." His thumb traced circles on the back of her hand. "What are my plans? Depends." He let go of her hand and reached out to grip her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. "You want me to fuck you again?"
She swallowed, nodding slowly. "I wouldn't say no."
"Then you're going to have to suck my dick."
The words hit her like a shot of whiskey, burning all the way down. She could feel her pulse quicken, that familiar heat pooling low in her belly. There was something about the way he said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like she'd be lucky to even get the chance.
"You want me to beg for it?" She cocked an eyebrow, a small smile playing at her lips.
Trevor laughed, a low, rich sound that seemed to vibrate through the kitchen. "I want you to show me how much you want it. Those panties you wore here? With 'TAKEN' written on the ass?" He shook his head, his smile turning wolfish. "I tore them off you like they were nothing. So I know you're not shy. Show me what that mouth can do."
Paula's heart hammered against her ribs. She'd given a lot of blowjobs in her life. Twelve dicks before Dave, she'd counted once, back when she was young and experimenting and desperate to feel something. And now this. Trevor. A man who treated her like a slut and somehow made her feel more alive than she had in years.
She sank to the plush bedsheets, his home now her playground as her knees hit the expensive Egyptian cotton. The scent of his cologne mixed with her own arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating. Her massive 36DD tits spilled across her chest, dark nipples beading into tight points under his hungry gaze. Trevor watched her like a predator stalking prey, his eyes devouring every curve of her hourglass frame, lingering on the small lotus tattoo that marked the small of her back. "Fucking hell, Paula," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're built like a fucking goddess." She crawled between his legs on her hands and knees, her ass swaying with deliberate seduction. "Show me what that mouth can do, slut," he demanded, his hand already fisting his thick black cock, veins standing out along the shaft. Paula's pussy clenched with anticipation as she lowered her face toward his dick, her breath hitching at the sight of his massive erection.the cool silk against her naked skin. Her dress and lingerie were discarded somewhere in the room, forgotten. Her massive 36DD tits spilled across her chest, her dark nipples hard as pebbles. Trevor's gaze raked over her body, lingering on the curves of her hourglass frame, the small lotus tattoo on her lower back. "Fucking hell, Paula," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "You're built like a fucking goddess." She crawled between his legs on her hands and knees, her ass swaying with each movement. "Show me what that mouth can do, slut," he demanded, his hand already fisting his thick black cock. Paula's pussy clenched with anticipation as she lowered her face toward his dick, her breath hitching at the sight of his massive erection.
Her lips parted as she took his thick cock into her mouth, sliding down the shaft until her nose pressed against his dark skin. Trevor groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him, spit slicking his shaft. "That's it," he breathed. "Suck it, you filthy Indian slut."
The vibration of her phone on the marble counter cut through the wet, slurping sounds filling the kitchen. Paula's hand froze mid-stroke, Trevor's cock still slick against her lips. She pulled off with a wet pop, her spit-string connecting her lip to his swollen head, and glanced at the screen. Dave: *Enjoying yourself, baby?* A shiver ran through her. She looked up at Trevor, who was watching her with amusement, and licked her lips before pressing her mouth back down his shaft, moaning around him as her fingers scrambled to type back one-handed: *Very much. He's making me work for it.
Paula's phone buzzed again. She pulled off Trevor's cock with a gasp, her hand stroking him as she read Dave's message: *Prove it. Send me a picture of his cock in your mouth.* She looked up at Trevor, smirking. "My husband wants proof I'm being a good slut."
Trevor's grin widened. He snatched her phone from the marble counter, angled it down, and snapped a photo of her lips stretched around his thick shaft. "Sent," he growled, tossing it back. Paula moaned around him, bobbing faster as his hand gripped her hair tighter.
Dave's thumb hovered over the photo, his cock straining against his jeans. She looked like a goddess with her lips stretched around that thick black shaft. He swiped to his messages, heart pounding. "Good girl," he typed. "Now swallow everything he gives you."
Dave's breath hitched as the image burned into his retinas—his wife, her lips stretched impossibly wide around that thick black cock, her eyes looking up at the camera with that slutty glaze he knew so well. His hand went to his jeans, palm pressing against the straining bulge beneath the denim, already leaking with his own excitement. He imagined her down on her knees, Trevor's fingers twisted in her hair, her throat working to swallow that massive length. The thought made his stomach flip with a dark, possessive hunger that surprised even him. His thumb tapped out a reply, fingers trembling with anticipation: *That's not enough. I want to hear it and see it. Send me a video of you gagging on his cock. Make me cum hearing you choke.
Paula's pussy throbbed at the words on the screen, heat flooding through her core. She looked up at Trevor, her eyes dark and hungry, and pulled her phone up with trembling fingers. "He wants to see me choke on your cock," she whispered, her voice gone husky. Trevor's grin was pure wickedness as he grabbed her phone, angled it, and held it steady. "Make sure you look at the camera, slut. Let him see those pretty brown eyes watering." Paula opened her mouth wide, sliding down his shaft until the head hit the back of her throat, gagging hard as tears pricked her eyes. She held it there, choking, her throat convulsing around him while spit bubbled past her lips. Haruka's voice cut through her haze: "Keep going, don't you fucking stop." She pulled off just enough to gasp, then shoved back down, repeating the motion over and over, gagging and drooling while Trevor recorded every desperate second.
Trevor smirked as he hit send, the video whirring through the digital ether to Dave's phone. Paula's throat convulsed once more around his thick shaft before she pulled off with a desperate gasp, spit and precum stringing between her lips and his glistening cockhead. "There," he growled, tossing her phone aside. "He'll have his hands full watching that." Paula's chest heaved, her 36DD tits bouncing with each ragged breath, her pussy dripping onto the expensive sheets. She looked up at him with those dark, watering eyes. "Was that good enough for you, daddy?" Trevor grabbed her hair, yanking her face back to his cock. "Not yet. You're going to suck me until I decide you've earned my load."
Dave's thumb hovered over the video, his heart slamming against his ribs. He pressed play, and his wife's face filled the screen, those dark brown eyes watering as she gagged on Trevor's thick black cock. Her throat convulsed, spit bubbling past her stretched lips, and Dave felt his own cock throb painfully against his jeans. He watched her pull off, gasp, then shove back down with desperate abandon, her breasts swaying with each motion while Trevor's voice growled from the speaker, "That's it, take it you filthy Indian slut." Dave's breath came in ragged bursts, his hand moving to his zipper as the video looped again. He'd watched his wife get fucked by Don, but this was different. This was raw, visceral, his beautiful Desi wife reduced to a choking mess on another man's cock. He hit replay, then pulled his dick out.
The phone buzzed again, this time with an incoming video call. Trevor grabbed it before Paula could, a wicked grin splitting his face. "Well, well. Your husband wants a live show." He hit accept, propping the phone against a marble jar so Dave's eager face filled the screen. "Look at her, Dave. Watch your beautiful wife worship my cock."
Paula moaned, her pussy clenching as she dove back down, gagging on his thick shaft while Dave's voice crackled through the speaker, breathless and ragged. "That's it, baby. Suck him. Show me how much you want it." She pulled off with a wet gasp, spit dripping down her chin, then grabbed her heavy brown tits, pressing them together around his slick, veiny length. Her dark nipples grazed his skin as she worked him between her cleavage, his cockhead sliding up to tap her lips with every stroke. "Fuck," Trevor groaned, his head falling back. "Your wife's got the best tits in the world, Dave. Watch me cover them."
Trevor's hand shot to the back of her skull, shoving her face down until his cock slammed against her throat. Paula gagged, tears streaming, but she held, her throat working around him as Dave's ragged breathing filled the speaker. "That's it," Trevor growled. "Choke on it for him."
Dave's voice crackled through the speaker, ragged and desperate. "That's it, Trevor. Fuck her good. Make her scream for you." Trevor flipped Paula onto her back on the bed, then roughly turned her to her hands and knees, yanking her hips toward him. He positioned himself behind her, grabbing her thick brown hips as he slammed his fat cock into her dripping cunt from behind. She moaned, her massive tits swinging beneath her as his balls slapped against her clit with each powerful thrust.
Trevor propped the phone against a stack of books, angling the camera to catch every inch of his thick cock plunging into Paula's dripping cunt from behind. Her ass rippled with each hard slam, her moans filling the kitchen. Dave's ragged breath crackled through the speaker. "Fuck, look at that. That's my good slut."
The crack of Trevor's palm against her ass echoed through the kitchen, her skin rippling with impact. "Harder," Dave growled through the speaker. Trevor obliged, spanking her again, then again, until her cheeks were red and Paula screamed his name.
Her thick brown ass filled Trevor's vision, a perfect globular canvas of deep umber flesh that rippled with every brutal impact of his hips. He watched his dark, veiny cock sink into her dripping brown cunt, the contrast of his black shaft disappearing inside her stretched tan lips making him groan. Slap. His pelvis hammered against her butt cheeks, watching them jiggle and bounce like they were trying to escape his grip. He grabbed a handful of that rolling flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave finger-shaped impressions in her skin, then slapped her ass again just to watch it quake. The phone camera caught everything, her back arched, her lotus tattoo flexing, her thick thighs spread wide as he drilled into her. "Look at this, Dave," Trevor grunted, gripping her hips. "Goddamn, this ass is paradise."
The low, desperate moan that crackled through the speaker sent a jolt straight through Paula's core, even as Trevor's cock split her open from behind. She heard Dave's ragged breath, the wet sound of his hand working his own dick, and it pushed her over some edge she didn't know she'd been teetering on. "Fuck, Dave," she gasped, her voice breaking as Trevor slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit. "You like watching your wife get fucked?" Another moan, louder this time, and she could picture him on their bed, fist wrapped around his cock, eyes glued to the screen. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby," Dave panted. "Cum all over yourself for me." Trevor's hand clamped down on her hip, his pace turning brutal. "You heard him, slut. Cum for your husband while I fuck you."
Slap. The wet smack of Trevor's pelvis against her thick brown ass echoed off the marble counters like a drumbeat, his balls swinging forward to crack against her slick clit with every brutal thrust. Her flesh rippled and bounced, each impact sending a wave of quaking motion through her cheeks. The squelch of her drenched pussy gripping his shaft was obscene, a wet, sucking noise that filled the kitchen alongside Dave's ragged breathing through the speaker. Trevor grunted with each slam, his breath hissing through clenched teeth as he pulled back, watched his veiny cock slide out glistening with her juices, then shoved it back in, burying himself to the hilt with another wet, meaty thud. Her moans turned to sharp little yelps with every impact. "Fuck, listen to that," Trevor growled. "That's a married pussy begging for it."
Dave's voice cut through the speaker, thick with need. "Trevor, put the phone down in front of her, on the pillow. I need to see her face when she cums."
Trevor grunted, pulling out just long enough to snatch the phone from the counter and shove it into Paula's trembling hands. She collapsed onto her forearms, propping the screen up on the pillow in front of her. Dave's face filled the frame, his eyes wild, his color high. "There you are, baby," he breathed. "Look at me. I want to watch those pretty brown eyes roll back when you cum on his cock."
Trevor slammed back into her, one hand twisting in her hair to yank her head up toward the camera. "You heard him. Keep those eyes open, slut. Don't you dare look away."
His hand came down hard, a sharp crack that echoed through the kitchen and sent her thick brown ass rippling like a wave. Paula screamed, her body jolting forward, but Trevor hauled her back by the hair, forcing her eyes to stay locked on Dave's face in the phone screen. "That's right, look at your husband while I smack this fat ass red." Slap. Another one, harder, his palm leaving a bright imprint on her dark skin. Her pussy clenched around him with each impact, her moans turning ragged and broken. Dave was panting, his voice thin and desperate. "Fuck, baby, I can see your ass bouncing. You love it." Trevor grinned, spanking her again, watching her shake and sob with pleasure as he kept pounding into her dripping cunt.
The crack of his palm against her ass sent a shockwave through her entire body, her spine bowing as she screamed into the pillow. He didn't let up—another slap, then another, each one landing with brutal precision until her cheeks were a hot, stinging canvas of deep red handprints. "That's it, cry for me," Trevor growled, his thrusts turning punishing, his balls slapping wetly against her clit. On the screen, Dave was jerking himself furiously, his face contorted with desperate pleasure. "Fuck, Paula, I'm so close. Cum with me, baby." Trevor's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head up so she had no choice but to stare into Dave's wild eyes while the black man behind her spanked her raw and fucked her into oblivion.
The sting bloomed across her ass like wildfire, radiating through her flesh and settling deep into her core where Trevor's cock was still buried. She felt every ridge of his palm imprinted on her skin, felt the aftershock ripple through her thighs, through her clit, through her very bones. The pain wasn't pain anymore—it was something molten, something that made her pussy clench around him so hard she could feel his pulse throbbing inside her. Her mind spun between the two men, Trevor's brutal grip in her hair forcing her gaze to Dave's desperate face on the screen, and she was drowning in the beautiful wrongness of it all. Her husband watching, panting, getting off on her degradation. Her lover spanking her raw, using her body without an ounce of tenderness. Every crack of his hand sent electricity through her, and she found herself pushing her ass back to meet the next impact, craving it, needing it, her brown eyes locked on Dave as tears of pleasure spilled down her cheeks.
The force of Trevor's hips sent her heavy tits swinging like twin pendulums beneath her, each brutal thrust making them slap against her ribcage with a wet, fleshy rhythm. Her dark nipples scraped against the expensive sheets as she braced herself on her forearms, her massive brown breasts flattening and rolling with every impact, then swaying wildly when he pulled back. Slap. Her tits swung forward, full and heavy, the weight of them pulling at her shoulders as Trevor's cock plunged back in. Slap. They bounced again, quivering with each shockwave, her dark areolas puckered tight in the cool air. She watched them from the corner of her eye, her own body betraying her with its lustful response to every punishing thrust.
The pressure built like a dam about to burst, Trevor's cock hitting that perfect spot with every punishing thrust while his palm cracked against her reddened ass. Paula's mouth fell open, a guttural scream ripping from her throat as her pussy seized around him, convulsing in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. She felt herself gush, a flood of hot cream spilling out around his thick shaft, slicking his balls, soaking the sheets beneath her. "FUUUCK!" she wailed, her body shuddering violently as Trevor kept slamming into her, milking every last tremor from her clenching cunt. Dave's voice crackled through the speaker, desperate and raw: "That's it, baby, that's my good girl." Her eyes rolled back, but Trevor yanked her hair, forcing her gaze back to her husband's hungry face as she came harder than she ever had before, cream dripping down her thighs.
Trevor didn't slow down, didn't give her a second to catch her breath. His thick cock kept plunging into her oversensitive cunt, dragging against those raw, swollen walls until she whimpered with every stroke. "Goddamn, look at this fat ass," he growled, slapping her cheek hard enough to make her yelp. "Best ass I've ever had wrapped around my dick, and you're some married Indian slut who belongs to another man." He grabbed both cheeks, spreading her wide, then cracked his palm across them again, watching them ripple. "Your husband's watching you take this cock like a whore, and you're loving every second of it."
The words hit her like another slap, and instead of flinching, Paula smirked against the sheets. She pushed back harder, impaling herself on his cock with a wet, greedy moan. "Yeah," she rasped, her voice wrecked but defiant. "I'm your married Indian slut, Trevor. Now fuck me like you own this pussy." She glanced at the phone, Dave's face flushed and desperate, and licked her lips. Trevor growled, grabbing her hips with bruising force, his pace turning savage as her smirk stretched into a guttural cry. She was his, she was Dave's, she was every man's filthy dream, and she took every inch like it was made for her.
Dave's voice crackled through the speaker, ragged and wrecked. "You're a fucking whore, Paula. My beautiful Indian whore, taking another man's cock while your husband watches." The word hit her like a jolt of electricity, and she moaned, her pussy clenching around Trevor's shaft. "That's it, say it again," she gasped, pushing back against Trevor's brutal thrusts. "Tell me what I am, Dave." His breath came in desperate pants, the wet sound of his fist pumping filling the room. "You're a dirty, married whore," he growled, "and you love nothing more than getting fucked by big black cocks while I watch." Paula screamed, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, and Trevor slammed into her through it, his balls slapping wetly against her cream-soaked thighs.
The scream ripped from her throat, raw and primal, as her body convulsed around him. "TREVOR!" she wailed, his name shattering into a thousand desperate syllables as another orgasm detonated through her core. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, milking him with violent, rhythmic spasms while her thick thighs quivered and her toes curled into the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her cheeks, her entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Trevor didn't stop, didn't relent, his hips slamming into her relentlessly through her climax, driving her higher, further, until she was certain she'd shatter into a million pieces. On the phone, Dave's breath hitched, then a low, guttural groan filled the room as he came, his own release triggered by the sound of his wife screaming another man's name.
Trevor puts Paula on her knees and hold the phone so that dave can watch as he shoots rope after rope of massive load of cum on Paula’s face. Dave watches as his formerly prudish Indian wife willingly takes a huge load of cum on her face and loves it. Describe in great detail how Paula looks getting her face covered in cum. Stop there. Do not write anything after dave watches Trevor cum all over her face
Trevor's grip tightened in her hair, yanking her off his cock with a wet, obscene sound. Paula gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, as he pulled her up onto her knees before him. He spun her around, positioning her so the phone on the pillow caught every angle of her face, her brown skin flushed and slick with sweat, her lips swollen and bruised from sucking him, her dark hair a tangled mess around her shoulders.
"Open your mouth, slut," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "And look at your husband."
Paula's eyes found the screen, found Dave's desperate, sweat-sheened face staring back at her. His hand was still wrapped around his softening cock, but his eyes were locked on her, hungry and reverent. She parted her lips, her tongue extending slightly, and watched Trevor's thick black cock rear above her, his fist working the shaft with deliberate, slow strokes.
"Watch, Dave," Trevor growled, angling the phone so it captured everything. "Watch me cover your wife's pretty brown face."
The first rope hit her like a slap. Hot, thick, and viscous, it splattered across her cheek, dripping down toward her jaw in a thick, milky ribbon. Paula's eyes fluttered but didn't close—she held Dave's gaze through the screen, letting him see the way her lips parted around the second shot, the way it landed directly on her open mouth, coating her tongue in salty, bitter seed.
"Fuck," Dave breathed through the speaker, barely audible over Trevor's guttural groans.
The third rope arced across her forehead, streaking through her dark hairline and sliding down between her eyes. The fourth painted her nose and upper lip, mixing with the cum already dripping from her chin. Paula's eyes watered but she kept them open, looking directly into the camera, letting Dave see every thick, creamy strand as it painted her face white against her brown skin.
Trevor's hand worked faster, his breathing ragged as he aimed the fifth shot directly at her lips. It splashed across her open mouth, covering her tongue and teeth, and she swallowed reflexively, moaning at the bitter taste. She could feel the cum sliding down her cheeks, dripping off her jaw onto her massive tits, where it mixed with the sweat on her cleavage.
"That's it," Trevor snarled, his strokes quickening. "Take every drop, you filthy Indian slut."
The sixth shot hit her eye, and she blinked, the creamy liquid sticking to her lashes before sliding down her cheek. The seventh landed on her forehead, merging with the first and trailing down the bridge of her nose like a thick white river. The eighth, ninth, and tenth came in rapid succession, painting her face in a glossy, dripping mask of cum.
Paula's mouth stayed open the entire time, her tongue extended, catching what she could. Her brown skin was a canvas of white, the cum dripping from every contour of her face—her cheekbones, her jaw, her chin. It pooled in the hollow of her collarbone, slid between her tits, and splattered across her dark nipples as Trevor's aim drifted lower.
"Swallow it," Trevor growled, gripping her chin. "Swallow every drop, slut."
Paula closed her mouth, the cum coating her tongue, and swallowed with an audible gulp. On the screen, Dave's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He watched his wife, her face absolutely destroyed with another man's cum, her eyes still fixed on him through the lens.
On the phone, Dave's voice came through, broken and reverent. "Oh my god, Paula." Trevor grabbed the phone and angled it closer to her face, her dripping, cum-soaked features filling the screen. Her lips stretched in a slow, filthy smile, cum still sliding down her cheeks, pooling in the corners of her mouth. She looked like sin incarnate, a goddess crowned in the evidence of her depravity.
Dave watched, transfixed, as Trevor's final shots painted her dark brown skin in thick, pearly ropes of white. She was beautiful like this, destroyed and dripping, her eyes glazed with pleasure and satisfaction. The camera held on her face, capturing every detail—the way the cum pooled in the hollows of her cheeks, dripped from her chin in long, sticky ropes, and slid down her neck to join the mess on her chest.
Trevor's chest heaved as he stepped back, his cock softening but still glistening, smeared with her juices and his own release. He swiped a hand through the sweat on his brow and surveyed his work, a slow, satisfied grin curling his lips. Paula knelt there, a masterpiece of filth, her face dripping white against her warm brown skin.
"Okay, slut," he said, his voice carrying a lazy authority that made her stomach flip. He grabbed her phone from the pillow, the screen still showing Dave's flushed face. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to crawl on your hands and knees to get your dress. And I'm going to film it."
He switched the camera to video and angled it down at her. Paula's breath hitched, her cunt still twitching and wet, her knees already pressing into the sheets. She looked at the camera, at the lens that connected her to her husband, and felt that familiar heat coil low in her belly.
"Dave," Trevor called, his voice carrying across the speaker. "You're going to want to watch this. Watch your wife crawl like the filthy little animal she is."
Paula dropped her hands to the sheets and started moving. Her knees slid forward, her ass lifting in the air as she crawled past Trevor, her heavy tits swinging beneath her, cum still dripping from her chin onto her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, could imagine Dave's eyes on her through the screen, watching the sway and ripple of her thick ass as she moved.
"Keep that ass up," Trevor growled, his voice coming from behind her now, the phone's camera following her. "Arch that back. Show your husband what a good little whore looks like on her knees."
Paula obeyed, dipping her spine, lifting her ass higher. She could feel his cum sliding down her cheek, dripping off her jaw onto the sheets, and she grinned, a slow, filthy smile that she knew the camera would catch when she glanced back. She looked over her shoulder, meeting the lens with dark, hooded eyes, and winked.
"That's it," Trevor laughed, the sound low and appreciative. "That's my good Indian slut."
She crawled past the edge of the bed, her knees hitting the cool marble floor, and continued toward the spot where her burgundy wrap dress lay in a crumpled heap. Her ass swayed with every movement, each step a deliberate roll of her hips, and she knew Trevor was zooming in on it, knew Dave was watching those thick brown cheeks clench and relax with every crawl.
"Look at that fat ass," Trevor murmured, his voice carrying through the speaker to Dave. "Your wife's got the best ass I've ever seen, Dave. And she's crawling on the floor like a dog to get her dress because I told her to."
Paula reached the dress and paused, her fingers sliding across the burgundy fabric. She could feel the cum drying on her face now, tightening her skin, but she didn't wipe it. She waited, kneeling there, looking back at the camera with that same filthy grin, her tongue darting out to taste the salt still coating her lips.
"Good girl," Trevor said, lowering the phone and stepping closer. "Now wipe that mess off your face with your dress."
Paula picked up the dress and raised it to her face, pressing the soft fabric against her cum-soaked skin. She felt it absorb the thick, sticky seed, dragging across her cheekbones, her forehead, her chin, leaving a smear of translucent residue on her brown skin. She pulled the dress down, revealing her face to the camera, now clean but still marked with a glistening sheen.
Trevor grabbed the phone and angled it up at her. "There," he said, his grin sharp as a blade. "Now go home and fuck your husband like a good wife. Tell him how good I made you feel. And I'm keeping your panties."
Paula's lips parted, her eyes flicking to the dress in her hands, the torn lace panties that would remain here, a souvenir of her debasement. She nodded slowly, a shiver running through her as she rose to her feet on trembling legs, clutching her dress to her chest.