Blue eyes (Patreon)

Usually modest in everyday life, Rebecca, as often happens, loved to experiment. And this did not apply to initial experiments. No, on the contrary, she adored sex and everything connected with it. And tonight was no exception.

So, after foreplay, she was now sitting on the floor with a smile, legs spread and head tilted to the side, looking at her lover, her husband, who was now stroking his hard cock with his hand, trying pretended shyness. She licked her lips. "Well then ... what should I do?" she asked in a quiet voice with a touch of innocence, pretended helplessness, as if she didn't know the answer.

"Lick my balls." he ordered her and moved closer, "It's ok, sweetheart."

"Don't get out of character! You can't just tell me, but give me orders! And don't forget, you-" she interrupted her sentence abruptly and lowered her eyes, pretending to be shy, how it seemed to her husband. Than she raised her eyes again, which now become bright deep blue and her cheeks turned red.

"Wh-whaat ...?" Rebecca muttered.

"I told you to lick my balls. Now." her husband repeated, but not without a smirk and now in more commanding tone. "And keep smile! You should be happy that I gave you an order. Do not disappoint me!"

She swallowed her saliva and then gave him a bright smile. "Yes, my lord. Sorry for the delay!"

"God! What's going on here?! How did I get in this body?!" Brandon thought in the meantime, feeling everything that Rebecca was feeling, who at that moment was not even entirely herself, but completely in that role of the submissive secretary who obeyed every order given. "Wait ... does that mean that ...? Does that mean that she's going to start licking his balls and sucking his dick?! Oh my God! No way! No, no, no, no! Stop it! I never agreed to participate in this!" he screamed, it didn't affect anything.

He felt smile on her face, bedside table on which she leaned and the soft carpet on which she was kneeling now, her hands in a graceful way rested on her knees and he felt smoth skin of her inner thigh, touching each other, her tongue licking her lips in excitement.

"I am not gay, no! I don't want this! Let me out! Get out!" But she didn't hear him. And he could only say thanks for this to himself, because no one forced him to make this wish - "I wish that every evening I had an erotic adventure".