I chuckled silently in my head and reached out with telepathy, carefully weaving a thick, sticky fantasy directly into Yamamoto's mind.
I planted the image of him standing there watching his wife get used, the shame mixing with a dark, unwanted arousal, the idea that seeing her taken by another man could excite him even as it destroyed him.
The suggestion sank deep, twisting around his existing rage and humiliation until the two began to blur.
Saki dropped to her knees right there in the hallway without any further hesitation. She was fully in the role of the perverted, aggressive wife now. She grabbed my still-hard cock with both hands, leaned in, and took the thick, cum-slick head into her mouth.
The wet heat of her tongue immediately swirled around the cock, tasting the mixture of her own ass and my earlier load.
