“Are you sure?”
“You promised,” she said, smiling underneath the blindfold, “to tell me a dirty story about your buddy Mitch. Tell me how he’s been dying to fuck me silly.” She arched her back. “Tell me about Mitch licking me for hours, and not letting me finish until I beg for it.” She reached and found hard flesh, grinned at capturing me. “Tell me!”
Her blindfold slipped and she blinked in surprise at seeing, and holding, a very happy Mitch.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I said, sitting across the room. “I’m afraid I just don’t have a very good imagination.”