Mesmerized by your wife's BFF
You agreed to help your wife’s BFF with her psychology class; she wants to practice a new technique on you. You look into my eyes, take deep breaths, try to relax. But then I lick my lips. Suck my finger. Your gaze drifts down to my bra, visible through my sheer blouse. Before you know it, you’re rock hard, and I’m snapping my fingers and giving you mantras to repeat. “I’m obsessed with my wife’s BFF’s tits.” You try to resist my command to stroke for me, but it’s futile. I’m too irresistible, and you’re too weak. I reveal to you that this technique doesn’t implant false desires, if you’re desperate to worship my tits and stroke for me, it’s because deep down that’s what you want. You’re not sure, but if Kaidence says it, it must be true. I give you an out. If you really don’t want to cheat, you can leave now and we’ll forget this ever happened. But if you want me, if you’ve always wanted me, just beg me to steal you and I’ll take you to bed and fuck your mushy, weak brains out, right here, right now. We both know what you’re going to choose, don’t we? As I sit on your cock, I tease you about how easy it was to break you, then I ride you, calling you my little homewrecked slave, making you beg to cum deep inside your wife’s BFF and complete your betrayal.