No way!

“No!” I yell. I quickly turn round, and accidentally slap Phoebe in the face with my hard cock. I place my hands on her head and apologize.

She looks up at me, her wet black hair plastered to her head, she says, “It’s okay. Some men are afraid to find out if they might like it.”

“I don’t want anything up my butt,” I say firmly, looking down at her. She looks so sexy looking up at me. I feel bad at saying no to her. I try to turn it from a denial: I ask, “What do you want? I want to pleasure you.”

Looking up from her knees, Phoebe smiles.

She looks so innocent even know I know she’s not. I try to think of an offer similar to the one she just gave me. “What’s something that Joey won’t do that you want?”

She closes her mouth, “Umm I don’t know if you want to do that.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything!” I reply. I really won’t do anything. I hope she doesn’t say something ridiculous, but I really want to do something her husband won’t. He may have a much bigger dick than me, but I want to prove I’m a the more open lover.

She bites her teeth together like she isn’t sure if she wants to say.

I graze her hand on my cheek, “Anything. I want to please you in ways your husband won’t.”

When her eyes connect with mine, I immediately regret my statement.