What is worse, being embarrassed or being forced to eat raw steak? Ed whispers ?Eat the steak or no more sex this weekend. I will just leave right ...ow in the middle of dinner and drive home. Now eat and not another word.?Pissed, I cut ever smaller bites from the steak, washing each down with the Cabernet. Surprisingly, as I eat, the meat tastes better. The combination of red wine and the red meat revive my appetite for lust. Again, forced with Ed’s hand on my knee, he squeezes when I. More than that was her man. Now he was thrusting yet faster. She could feel her pussy getting hotter, it was like He was stoking an oven, and again, she could feel her juices flowing. She could also tell that her Man was close, because he was tucking his chin and his movements were ‘tighter’ if that made any sense. “”C-C-mon Dah—um, Bay-bee…” she got out. she needed him to hold that orgasm back. Also, she was not on birth control, and while she wanted to say something, she was lost in the. She smelled like an exquisite perfume. I continued fucking her with my tongue and she was whimpering like a baby. I finally reached up and she guided my cock into her. She bent her knees and I started to pump. Her feet were planted on my back and I would draw back slowly and then push in real hard. Slowly out then hard in. Each time I shoved my throbbing cock in, she gasped in pleasure. Her arms wound around my waist. Her smooth legs were raised high around my back. I caught her knees with my. Any questions?’ I was caught totally off guard. Yes, I had a million questions, but I wasn’t ready to ask them now. I smiled and shook my head ‘no.’ ‘Now leave before anyone sees us.’ She said that with an air of authority that I was unfamiliar with. As she turned to walk away, I couldn’t help myself any longer. ‘What’s your name?’ She turned with a small smile. ‘Morna. My name is Morna.’ Was it a joke? Was she shining me on in some fashion? I would have to wait until next week to find out. In.