Whatever His Wife Wants

At that moment, Xander asked a question and stood before her. Aurora swiftly moved to gently grab his member.

"I would love to have my name here," she said meeting his gaze with a sultry one as a playful smirk outlined her face.

Almost immediately, a hearty chuckle escaped Xander's lips as he dipped his head backwards. "Sweetheart, you are asking me to die. Do you know that?"

"How so?" Aurora asked as she released his member at the same time. She liked genuinely curious to know how impossible it was to get a tattoo on his cock even though she had been joking about it in the first place.

'How would it kill him?' she wondered.

Xander met her gaze as his laughter toned down a bit. He saw how curious she was and explained, "Sweetheart, tattoos are naturally painful and the depth to the skin is enough to leave scarring marks. Now, do you remember how my cock felt in your hands the first second you touched it?"

"Soft?" Aurora replied.