Lately she barely touch my dick and never suck it,i hate this as i enjoy long hand and blow jobs more then fucking,especialy because my dick stays har....I think that our sex life is becoming a problem as neither of us is getting what is needed and the friction is raising in every other aspects.We have started to argue over almost everything,if things do not improve we will not make it to our first anniversary.As last hope i suggest Andrea to talk ,together,to a marriage counsellor,she agrees and. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the floor. At that point I couldn't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my pussy lips apart so he could get a full view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.He came at me with that monster in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the. You sure wore him out. Did it hurt much?" Yeah... at first... but not afterwards." The girl's hand slipped down to her cum-dribbling pussy and gently pressed the bruised, tender flesh. She felt empty now, like she had a huge void between her legs."You sure didn't want him to stop... not at the end. Did you cum?" Oh Sherry. It was fab. The most. Are you? Like? What we planned?" Julie was hoping her friend had changed her mind. Despite the nagging anger she felt towards her sister's husband, she. When it rang, everyone started filing out, myself included.“Hey! Uh… Quinn!”I froze. Someone called my name. Someone was asking for me. As stupid as it was, I didn’t know how to react. Awkwardly, I spun around on my heels to face Taylor, who was at her desk.“So, uh… what day works best for you?” she asked. She had some kind of day planner open.My mouth went dry. I nervously coughed. I tried opening my mouth to speak once or twice, but nothing came out.My fellow nerds had prepared me for this..