CHAPTER 26

POPPY

The man on the couch was bigger than Ian. Broader, more muscular, with his dirty blond hair damp and sticking to his forehead. He had bright blue eyes, tan skin, and a wedding ring catching the light on his left hand.

His shirt was hanging open, chest and abs glistening, slick with sweat.

His pants were shoved down around his ankles.

And he was F.u.c.king a toy.

A clear silicone p.u.s.s.y, realistic and gripping, stretched obscenely around a c.o.c.k so thick. He was not as long as Ian's or Daddy’s, but he was girthy. God, the thickness of his c.o.c.k alone made the toy deform around him,...