“It’s really good,” Felicia said. “It’s a lot better than my husband’s that’s for sure. He is lit-tool. Like a baby’s dick. If you keep fucking me I’ll make sure to get you some of his money. He’s loaded. I kinda think it’s not fair that a guy with a pathetic baby dick should have more money than a stallion like you, who gives me more physical pleasure in a couple hours than my husband could give me in a lifetime. Don’t you think so?”
He’d never thought of it that way, but now that she mentioned it, he did.