'I do think I can help you.' Suddenly, my gloved hands grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. I pushed my body against her, and the smell of m... leather clothes filled her nostrils. 'What...?' She asked. I smiled slightly.'They say there is no aphrodisiac,' I said. 'How can they say that, when we have leather? Huh?' She shook her head. 'Isn't that why you came?' I asked. 'You want the aphrodisiac. You want to turn on and be turned on. You want... sex. Don't you?' My right hand still. . .’ she replied. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call you on Sunday. And don’t say it’s okay.’ ‘I wasn’t going to,’ he shot back, then calmed down. ‘I was scared shitless that I did something wrong.’ ‘You didn’t. But something WAS wrong,’ Pat said. ‘It had to be me because you’ve done everything right.’ ‘I went too fast,’ Keith said. ‘It was too soon.’ ‘I wanted it as much as you,’ Pat replied. Keith sighed. For a second, he had been looking for someone else to blame. Now they were both blaming. "You recovered pretty fast yesterday," she says, taking a breath from my pussy-soaked cock. "I want you inside me again as quickly as you can," she smiles. "That was sooooo fucking good, Brandon!" She cups my balls as she sucks my cock back into her mouth and her tongue doesn't stop moving until my cock has fully recuperated. "Aren't you the stud," she smiles as she scoots forward and straddles my legs. Her hand continues to corkscrew up and down my rigid shaft."I love you, S!s," I tell her for. He, just being himself, was enough to cause her to reconsider. She had a constant internal battle the whole six months. It was the two days before her vows. She was sitting in his apartment on his couch staring at his expectant face. “Have you decided what you are going to do? It’s only days away now.” It was the first time he had ever mentioned her vows. She hung her head, knowing that her answer was going to disappoint him. “I’m sorry. I can’t be certain that this life will be good for me. I.