The horrifying taste of my own ass. Most demeaning of all, I can still vaguely taste the condom he promised me he would finish in. I feel the crust an... slime on the back of my neck as I clean him, wondering when the condom fell off me and where it ended up.It seems like I have been cleaning his black cock forever. The taste of lube and ass turns my stomach. The taste of latex and cum reminds me of how much control he has over me and how stupid I was to let him cum inside me, to let him fuck me. Jealousy. This situation was so wrong, so twisted, but all he couldthink about was how much he wished it could be him bent over that stonegetting pumped by the priest. Then the girl finished raising her headfully to meet his and as she smiled, Malcolm looked straight into thewicked blue eyes of Holly Hyde. "Mmmmh, come inside me," she giggled.To the Priest it was the signal he had been waiting for as he began togroan and buck, but to Malcolm it was an invitation too tempting toignore. The. Donnie thought quickly. There were student toilets here at the lunchroom and that was undoubtedly the closest place that met Beira's requirements. He would need to explain his departure to Heather though."Listen, I've got to catch one of my teachers about something, but I'll pick you up at 2 tomorrow. Okay?" he asked."Sure. Do I need to bring anything? You know, money, food?" Heather enquired."Nope. It's all taken care of. All you need to bring is you," Donnie answered, standing up and lifting. Hot and sweaty. Hard rock. Dancing and bouncing around. Kissing you while the band played a ballad. A drunk passing out in the tiny mosh pit. Lighters and arms in the air. Shots of whiskey. Cold beers. Holding you in front of me, my desire for you pressing into you, and you pressing back into my desire. The memory is remarkably similar to what I'm experiencing now. I decide this is a far more pleasant feeling than the hangover and pull my arms tighter around you.You stir as I pull you into me,.