You won’t let me cum. You let me get so close that it feels like I am going to reach the point of pure satisfaction. Then you stop it. And I moan. ... need you to finish me. My body is shaking in desire. Internally my body screams for you. But I am too scared to let the noise out. My body is so cold. But it is covered in a thin layer of sweat. I can smell the scent of my juices. I want you to fuck me. You move the buzzing object again, so that it hits my spot and my legs shake. I feel the. You pound the back of your chair with disgust. All of your former friends were female; fortunate considering your talent of relating to women and making them feel truly understood. Why can't they share in your money? The rich people in other cities sought you out because of your talent; why could your friends not find work anywhere but in this sinkhole?You hastily amend yourself, as you look around your apartment as if fearing that it will come alive to chastise you. The city is a sinkhole;. . if she really is serious about waiting for you, and only you Sam and you don't bed her, I certainly hope she doesn't end up being some sixty year old virgin. That outcome could be nearly as dreadful as the rape itself. And something I tried to explain before is although we all agree the on again off again magic is real, like some love potion number 9 creating instant love, I think there's more to it than just that. Think about it, the love potion has worn off on every one of us in this room. " Oh god, Joe please." I loved the why she begged I put the tip of my finger in her and wiggled it around "Beg me" I wispier in her ear, then playfully sucking at her neck. "No, please Joe don't make me beg I really need to cum." I took my finger out to let her know I was being serous she turned around to face me, I could see the lust in her eyes, she sat on the pool table and wrapped her legs around my waist and grinded my dick she moaned again and threw her head back. "Oh Joe please fuck.