Alina

You bite your lip, the thought of Alina in a similar situation to Peta making your pulse race. You try to ease into the subject, keeping your voice casual.

Ava said. "Someone else, like who?"

You swallowed hard, the name on the tip of your tongue. "I don't know, just thinking out loud." You couldn't bring yourself to say Alina's name outright. It felt too raw, too real. But the images of her in that dress, the way she'd looked at you, the way she'd talked to you—it was all too much to ignore.

Ava's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she looks at you. "Is there someone you're thinking about?" she asks, her tone playful yet probing.

You shook your head turning the tables back on her. "I don't. But I know you'll love to see me fuck someone younger than you." You walk over kissing Ava neck. "A hot, young thing like Alina, for instance. How does that sound? Does that turn you on. Knowing a young piece of ass wants me so badly she'd do anything to get my dick? You'll beg to watch weren't you."

Ava's cheeks flush and she swallows hard, her eyes searching yours for a hint of a joke. But you keep your gaze steady, your expression serious.

"Alina?" she repeats, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal. "You can't be serious."

"Someone like Alina." You murmur the words into Ava's ear, feeling the heat from her skin as you nibble on her lobe. "It's just a thought. I mean, she's obviously into me. But I know your cuckquean desires. Sooner than later, you'll want to watch some little whore ride my cock."

Ava's eyes widen, and she pulls away, her breath hitching. "What... what are you saying?" she asks, her voice shaky.

"Tell me your pussy isn't wet right now sweetie."

Ava's cheeks burned brighter, and she glanced around the store, making sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. "Maybe," she murmured, her eyes flicking down to the floor. Ava couldn't hide the excitement in her voice, and it was clear the idea had piqued her interest.

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