Well of course yes!

When world returned, the first thing Tom felt was pleasure. He was sitting on the couch, the Superbowl was on the screen, a bottle of ice-cold beer was in his right hand, and in his left lay on someone's hair. More precisely, on the head.

On the head, which with incredible enthusiasm and passion gave him a blowjob.

The only thing that confused Tom was that in order to see this very head, he had to make a little effort and tear his back from the back of the sofa. The field of view blocked a small but quite noticeable beer belly. A belly covered with a not very fresh T-shirt, with noticeable stains from sauce and beer.

The alarm bell that rang out in Tom's head fell silent under the influx of unreal pleasure and what he saw: his young and slutty wife was sitting on her knees wide apart, on the floor, between his legs wide apart. And she not only giving him the most depraved blowjob in his life! She also fanatically masturbated with a large dildo vibrator.

However....

However, why "the most depraved"? "That slut always gives it her all. Yesterday was even cooler," thought Tom. "Yesterday she put a vibrator in both holes and was so horny that... OH!"

Tom came. Stormy, **** with pleasure. And his whore slid up to him and pressed her whole body against him, covered with fucking tattoos and smelling of pure, animal sex.

The girl showed him the contents of her mouth, after which she gracefully, and at the same time incredibly dirty, defiantly swallowed the entire charge, running her tongue over the plump cocksucker lips.

Tom's brain began to move away from the "anesthesia" caused by her efforts.

Meanwhile, Carmella clung to her husband even tighter and kissed him with such passion that he immediately turned on again.

"Oh my dear, you have no idea how happy I would be to fuck you for the fourth time tonight... But I have a shift at the club. However, if there are not too many Champagne Rooms, I promise that I will have strength for my dear lovely fatcat!"

Carmela slithered down him like a snake, on her knees again, then with the grace of a wild cat, in one twisting motion, she flew to her feet, which turned out to be already shod in tall “fuck me” shoes.

Tom admired her ass, he remembered how they flew together to Brazil to put these implants on her.

As the great Dolly said, "It's very expensive to look cheap." Tom agreed with her.

And they invested a huge amount of money to make Carmella look like absolute cheap. Her huge JJ-sized tits looked almost perfect hemispheres, her ass also had nothing to do with natural forms.

Her face, naturally angelic, was modified by surgeons so that this "angel" would look the most dirty and slutty even among people.

No, Carmella, of course, was beautiful. But at the same time, it was incredible cheap, trash, and vulgar.

And that was her trademark.

The most sexy girl in the state is, if officially, in the sex worker competition.

Unofficially - the sexiest girl in the United States. Or maybe the entire hemisphere? They say Russian girls are sexier. Tom didn't check it. But of everyone Tom had seen in his life, Carmela surpassed everyone.

Heels tapped.

Carmela on the run snatched a few seconds to lick the member of her ardently adored husband and once again, with all the burning passion of her incredible love, kiss him on the lips.

Tom noticed his wife's extremely meager attire out of the corner of his eye. However, he fit into the overall trashy image.

Well, then, she disappeared outside the door of their small cottage, leaving only a persistent smell of cheap perfume.

And only then, in Tom's head, slowly, like quarks trudging through the brane of another quantum reality, the pieces of the puzzle began to take shape...

• "Something about some coin"?

"His wife's name was always Carmila?" Didn't her name start with an "S"? (however, her maiden name was "Sanchez", maybe that was the point?).

“Has his wife always had THIS huge lips?” No, he liked it, it turned him on wildly, he even remembered how they enlarged them for her ... Years ago, completing the image of a cocksucker. But somewhere in the subcortex - he remembered quite a normal size of the lips quite recently ....

• By the way, it seemed to him that his chest was noticeably smaller ...

• And why the competition among sex workers? Are strippers sex workers?

There were many questions.

There were no answers, in any case unambiguous.

And also - Tom was very worried that his memory was somehow blunted. It was as if he had to piece by piece retrieve his memory of Carmel from some vault. No, as soon as he concentrated on some memory, it popped up, took on life, and he remembered the scene or situation in great detail, down to the sounds and smells, as if reliving it again. But along with that, he felt like he was missing something every time.

And he couldn't figure out what.

Tom took a deep breath, put the beer on the coffee table, went out, rinsed his head under cold water, looked at himself in the mirror ("did he always have a noticeable beer belly, thick hair on his chest and such a hefty penis and big balls?"), hit himself several times on the cheeks, returned to the hall, unfolded the yoga mat (usually Carmila used it) and sitting on it, he began to carefully, in detail remember everything ...

(Guys, feel free to add your own options for the development of events - here, as you understand, there is a huge fan of options, memories, what actually changed in them with Sa ... Oh, already Carmila's life and why.

I will give my answers in ten days.

Until then, let your imagination run wild.

And one more thing - I VERY welcome the addition of photos of the NEW Carmilla. I am sure that you will be able to find the most accurate options.

Let's consider this a small challenge, huh? Who will write the BEST sequel?")