Wine glass

She relaxes her grip and reaches for the . . . wine glass she had left in the shower last night.

You must have had a puzzled look on your face as she turns her head back around, because she laughs.

"What?" you ask defensively, not wanting to look stupid.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," she giggles. "You just look so funny when you get worried."

You start to protest loudly, but she stops you by holding up the wine glass for you to take.

You take it from her.

She smiles. "Just hold it for me while I work on your big dick down her," she smirks as her hands send you back to gyrating your hips back and forth, sending your dick thrusting up between her nice, firm tits.

"Why?" you ask finally, not getting it.

Her eyes focus upward away from your dick.

"For your cum, baby." The Mrs. smirks. "I want a nice glass of cum this morning, and you're going to give it to me."