![]() ![]() Live shows–DVDs–private performances-you name it. Glancing up at her I caught the sexy way she was looking at me and fought the urge to lift her up and take her to bed. “Really? I’ve married a guy who only wants to read porn?” Sliding out from her chair, she surprised me by moving swiftly beside and straddling me, raking her fingers through my hair. I have a deficit remember?”Ĭhloe knew I was joking but she played along. Snickering I sniffed in pretense, “Then I’ve definitely not read it, darlin’-unless there are plenty of tits and ass…it doesn’t hold my attention. ![]() If she wanted me to read it, she would have shared it with me.Ĭhloe’s jaw dropped her eyes popping widely at me. “Is it pornographic?” I asked with a smirk on my face and then wishing I had after seeing her blush, but I wouldn’t have disrespected her like that. “You read it?” Chloe blushed and her face looked horrified thinking I knew the content of the book. “Well…I thought if you wrote a book about a girl who became a smoking hot rock chick, I figured there wasn’t anyone more smoking hot than my girl… I mean my wife.” Winking cheekily at her I could see that she wasn’t totally unhappy, but I needed a little more from her to be reassured I’d done the right thing? ![]()
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