The wife grunts out little gasps and pants here and there, and shivers began to course down her spine and through her body when Jason was murmuring these..sadistic, but admiring, but encouraging things to her as she sat on her knees before him. He asked her dirty questions, and all she could do was blush and try to hide the guilty pleasure that was bubbling up inside of her. Because yes, he was right. The discomfort she felt as the lower halves of her legs gradually lost feeling under the weight of her body. The constant splatter of the shower water against her body was beginning to dull her nerves and irritate her skin. The idea of wearing thick mascara and eyeliner, choking around his cock to the point of gag-reflex-fueled tears painting her face like runny water-colors made her dripping pussy tingle. All of it was exhilarating. She didn’t have the gall to verbally agree with the man standing tall and proud before her; pressed back against the shower wall and enjoying every bit of what was going on. But I think he knew without her having to say anything.<br/><br/>A few more minutes of blowing, gagging, and resting her reflex limits occurred before Jason finally broke the cycle. Emma was gasping and barely able to sit on her knees any longer whenever he addresses her by the sweet pet-name again and jokes about keeping her from breaking. For Daniel’s sake. This time, she couldn’t help but giggle. Yeah, it was awful to joke about something like that, but she had just spent the last...fuck I don’t know, maybe 10-15 minutes choking on Jason’s cock. I don’t think she cares much anymore. The lines were beginning to be drawn deeper and seen clearer the longer she stayed and explored these new avenues of pleasure with the celebrity. He offers relief in exchange for some more boundary pushing, and she was willing to listen to any deal he proposed if it meant getting up and off of her joints. She didn’t even want to think how badly her knees were gonna feel in a couple of hours.<br/><br/>Melting from his smile, she awaits his proposal, and whenever he does give it, her stomach twisted into knots and flipped upside down. He wanted to spit in her mouth, and the immediate reaction her mind gravitated towards was ‘gross!’ But only for a very brief moment. The reminder that she had just been defiling her mouth and throat with another man’s cock, tasting remnants of his cum, and swallowing shower water that lathered his length every time she went down on it...made it pretty obvious that ‘gross’ was out of the question. Who knows? Maybe she’d like it? She loves his kisses, and his tongue was exquisite. What would she not like about his spit?<br/><br/>Tilting her head back and looking up at Jason, Emma parted her swollen pink lips and slowly extended her tongue past her bottom lip. Panting hard and fighting the water that was raining at an angle against her face, she tries to keep her facial muscles relaxed so that she’s remain relatively nice-looking before him.