Dream of It

Your wife thinks she has been sent to a spa for a massage. For a slow, relaxing rub down that will set her worries free, and stress asunder. But little does she know that her masseuse is your ex and that within mere moments she will be locked clit-to-clit with her, each spitting in the other’s face, daring the other to push them over the edge.

You wish you could be there – to watch as they battle each other to the brink to have you as their man. But alas, you will just have to dream of it, as one of them sleeps next to you from that night on.

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