Mila, whilst kind and soothing, could be cruel and demanding. She would never weaken or become soft to his moans of agony. She would insist on her vis...ts, that he would satisfy her, using her toys, her favourite a face dildo, or just his tongue and fingers. Pleasing her eased his suffering, his torture. What made it harder was he knew from the beginning that they were in an open relationship, but this very quickly was just open for her, because he just didn’t want anyone other than Mila. He was. I don't know how, but some how I did manage not to cum before her. Belinda came with a big scream and she kept screaming, "Yes," through the whole orgasm. When she was ready she rose from the bed and said, "Okay, you have been a good boy, now I will let you have some fun, just let me go get something." She then ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I could not imagine what she was going to get. After a while she was back with a champagne glass. As I looked at her with a question in my. I asked her to turn around and cum on her face. It was a great fuck for me and I know she loved it. I took a shower at her place and when I came out, she was a bit worried. I told her not to worry about it and we will stop whenever you want. She got a bit relaxed and I left her place. A few days later, she came to our home and when I had eye contact with her, she had a sheepish smile. I knew she wanted my cock fucking her pussy. At night, I went to her home and without any delay, I started. I stopped there and looked in her eyes and she looked in mine with a mixture of love, lust ond longing. I leaned in and our lips locked soon to be followed by our tongues dancing inside each others mouths. Just then, she put her hands around my ass and pulled me into her the rest of the way. She moaned loudly when my nearly 8 inches slid right up her sweet pussy till I was grinding my pubic hair onto hers. I stood up straight so I could see my cock penetrating her and gazed at my slick.