And very clumsy. It had hurt, and she had cried -- out of disappointment and grief as much as from the pain. And afterwards he had started ugly rumors...that she was a slut. And a frigid slut, at that.Her second attempt wasn't much better. She'd been in college by then and thrilled that the captain of the basketball team had taken an interest in her. An interest that extended no farther than an occasional quick bang or a blow job. No affection, no tenderness, no technique. Just brutal rutting --. I shoot wad after wad of hot cum over your dripping pussy. You look down at the mess that is all over you and move up to my face, grabbing my head, you push your pussy into my face so I lick clean the sweet mix that is our cum mixed like I sweet cocktail. I can see you through your window, you shower fresh and sat on the sofa, a half empty bottle of wine in hand.. You left to your lips to take another drink, as you remove it a little rolls down the side, like a flash your tongue licks the neck. The number turned out to be that of a local lawyer who was going to help out. He owed Jake a few favors and had flown out from San Jose, the capitol, to meet us. He directed us to the commercial docks where the big container and tanker ships docked, though at the far end and safely away from those behemoths. There were a few other pleasure craft anchored in a small inlet so we didn’t stick out too much.We were able to pull alongside the dock and tie up with the help of a couple of local boys. In this scene, a busy Max has been in a relationship with the young twink Thomas for a while, and the sex has been stale and tasteless. Can he ever find a way to rekindle their love and passion? Find our more...After months of having "the usual" sex, Thomas and Max feel bored, cold, and unloved. Max comes home late in the evening tired from work, leaving Thomas sexually disappointed. What can possibly bring spice to this romance once again?Max, in a desperate attempt to restart their once.