OMG, I need to be making men cum! The phrase bounced aroundhis brain over and over again. It was his truth. It was his purpose. Buthow could he do tha... if that was the only thing he could say?As the sales girl looked at him confusedly, Paul decided to try anexperiment. Maybe, if he just said things that would help him make mencum, he could say them instead of his ultimate truth, that OH MY GOD, HENEEDED TO MAKE MEN CUM. It was really going to be hard, because hereally just wanted to say that. 'Ryan you fucking moron!'He rushed out with a face like thunder.Ryan: Why dont you look where ya fockin going you stupid cow.I started to fight back the sobs. The little shit had ruined my evening already by just being here.'Im off on a date and you ruin it by leaving that paint hereRyan: oh just shut the fock up luvAs I went to turn I sped down the stairs and tripped on the last step. I screamed in agony as I sprained my foot. I hobbled off and sat on the sofa rubbing it madly.Ryan walked in. .. wait a minute.Sweetheart: What's the matter?Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking!Sweetheart: Are you OK?Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit! I'm turning all red.Sweetheart: Can I help?Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.Sweetheart: Come back to me. She bent over again and begged for Peter to get his thick cock in her ass. I held Anita’s face in my hands to watch her expression as she began getting her sweet tiny ass fucked by this thick black rod.Once Peter felt he was fully buried in her ass, he stood dead still allowing my wife to relax her anal muscles and adjust to his size. I hissed at her if it was hurting her and Ana just opened her eyes and whispered a soft yes. She was crying in tears with pain…Peter suddenly began to pull out;.