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Click hereKarly's resolve temporarily broke. "Mind-numbing," she repeated eagerly.
"'Mind-altering' is a pretty good answer too," one of the bandmates quipped from off-camera.
Travis ignored him. "You can stand," he told her, and when she did, he got a towel from nearby and cleaned her off. He even made her suck some of the globs of cum off of the towel after he cleaned her. Holy shit.
After he was done, he kissed her on the forehead again. "You're the world's best girlfriend," he told her in a warm voice. Then, to my utter shock, he broke out in a bashful smile. "You okay?"
"Oh yeah," she replied without skipping a beat, beaming at him.
"We weren't too rough on you, or...?"
She shook her head. "I told you, I love it," she answered him. "Besides, I know the safe word."
"Still," he said hesitantly, then looked at the camera. "Are you still recording?"
"Well... yeah," the cameraman clumsily replied, and Traivs and Karly broke into a small laugh.
"Well fuck," Travis laughed, then covered his crotch with one hand. With the other hand, he jokingly posed. "Tada," he laughed.
Karly laughed too. "Enjoy the show?" she asked with a laugh, matching his tone.
Weirdly wholesome. They couldn't even allow me to think they were problematic and be smug about it. Despite cumming three times to the recording, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at them. Also couldn't keep my eyes off of Karly. Even knowing it would take the force of an atom bomb to ever take her away from Travis, I couldn't help but be more intrigued in her. So, Travis said I could have her for a day, huh...? I think I might have to approach them soon. There was no way I wasn't going to accept that little offer of theirs.
"And why would I want Karly for a day?"
"Well, duh. You saw the video didn't you."
"Of course I did. And hence the question."
"I don't understand," Travis asks.
"Well, look at it from my perspective. I like my Toyota until a rich friend offers to let me drive their Lamborghini for a day. I think I'm a decent athlete until I play against professionals. And finally, she'll do 'anything' for *you*. So how do I believe her enjoyment came from me and not from doing something for you?"
"But you'd be happy in this scenario."
"No, *her* wanting this would have made me happy. But she didn't choose this, you did."
Will there be a part 2? Be interested to see what's happens between them.