C67 Chapter 67
"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue
"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks.
"Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts.
"Fuck.." He breathes out
