The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 04
My imagination started drawing other men, at first without a definite shape or features, then... then I began to recognize familiar men in them. They were my former colleagues, my husband's colleagues, his friends, the head doctor, the neighbor, my son... I don't know why my fantasy has lately become so vivid and so filthy, but... it was all as I am telling it here. And I have to admit, the closer I got to fantasies about my son, the more pleasure I got from masturbating. When I started thinking that Pasha was fucking me, I... I realized I had reached the peak of pleasure, that I could no longer hold myself back, and that I was about to start coming.
