Page 73 of Promised at Birth

She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I lean in to kiss her.

“Bobby, all the women in your office are gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Uh, oh, where is she heading with this?

“Have you ever been involved with any of them?”

Ugh! She is jealous.

I put my arms around her. Her body feels tense. I look into those royal blue eyes.

“No. I have never fucked any of them. I can’t say the same for my brother, Paul Jr.”

“I’m surprised.”

“I don’t shit where I eat.”

Gwen sighs. She relaxes into me. She rests her head rest on my chest.

“I missed you, baby.” I whisper in her ear.

I know she doesn’t trust me yet. I need to get her mind off other women.

“Bobby, do you want to eat?”

“Not lunch. I want to eat you pussy.”

Gwen frowns.

“Bobby, do you have to be so crude?”

“What? You don’t want me to eat your pussy?”

“No, I mean yes, I do, but can’t you say it a nicer way. Like I want to perform oral sex on you.”

“What? That sounds way too gross and clinical - not sexy at all. I love eating your pussy, or eating you out, or licking your pussy, or tongue fucking your pussy.”

“Bobby!”

Gwen blushes.

“Babe, whenever I say pussy or cock you blush all over. Even your tits blush. It turns me on. Those words are sexy and dirty. I love to talk dirty to you. Vagina and penis don’t do it for me. You should try saying some dirty words.”

I lightly kiss her mouth.

“Like what, Bobby?”

“’I want to suck your cock.’ C’mon say it for me babe.”

“No.”

Then I start tickling Gwen’s flat belly. She starts squirming and laughing.

“Bobby, stop!”

“Say it and I will stop.”

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