More suggestive chats

“Oh, how kind of you, if I want more precum you will provide?” Abbey laughed.

Tyrone smiled, “Oh yes. And if you want some straight from the source, I think I can provide that as well.”

“Are you offering to let me suckle on your cock until you fill my married mouth with your cum?” she asked, watching his cock bob as she spoke.

He cleared his throat, “You could word it that way. If you want to suckle for precum, though, I’m sure I can make that sacrifice.”

Abbey laughed again, “How magnanimous of you.” She picked up her phone and started typing a message.

“Can I ask what you are doing?” Tyrone asked.

“I’m going to send George a message, hopefully with a pic if you send it through. Let him know you took a pic of me kneeling and that your precum tastes great.”

Tyrone laughed hard, sitting up in the sun lounge as he did. “You are going to tell your husband my precum tastes great?”

Abbey nodded, “He’ll love it and wonder all day about how I came to taste it. I won’t tell him I just took a finger full.”

Tyrone picked up his phone. “Alright, what’s your number and I will send you a pic I took. I can’t promise you I won’t send you other pictures later, though.”

Abbey turned to look at him, “Oh, I’ve already seen everything. What kind of pictures are you thinking?”

Tyrone shrugged, “Not sure yet, maybe the effect your pictures have on me.”

Abbey smiled, “Your stomach covered in your cum?”

He shrugged again, “Or filling a glass.”

Abbey’s phone dinged, and she forwarded the picture to George with the message. “Oh, you can fill a shot glass, can you?”

Tyrone locked eyes with her, “No, I overflow a shot glass. If I have the right motivation.”

Abbey squeezed her tits together, “And what kind of motivation might that be?”

He groaned as he looked at her tits, “Those would help if you didn’t mind me fucking them.”

Abbey laughed, “I love how forward you are.” She said as her phone buzzed. “George is asking me if I blew you. I’m going to say not yet.”

“Yet?” Tyrone asked, “So there’s a chance there?”

Abbey giggled, “We’ll see.”

Her phone dinged again, and she had a look and blushed. “What’s it say?” Tyrone asked.

“He says he’s disappointed I didn't let you cover me with cum for the picture,” she replied.

Tyrone smiled, “I’m going to have to meet George. I think he is a man after my own heart. Maybe I’ll get dad to drop over here tonight with me, and we can have a couple of drinks and get to know each other.”

Abbey smiled, “I think we already know each other, you and me.”

Tyrone shrugged, “Maybe Dad can distract George while you show me around the house, and I can give you what you really crave.”

“Oh, Tyrone, what do you think I really crave?”