I could see the bulge my husband was getting on his pants with my dirty talk. He had the strongest urge to jerk off his penis, but he didn’t have th... balls (once again!).Shambhu: Stop saying that, honey. Please wear your clothes and come out from there. Why did you even go there?Me: I came here to get fucked by a man whose cock works. I told him that my husband is useless and that I need to get fucked hard. If your cock works, then jerk off listening to me talk dirty, do it right now!Shambhu. The love scenes were exciting without being vulgar, erotic tapestries woven with skill and style. Some made my wife blush. And smile. And the unfolding of the interpersonal relationships showed insight into the human condition, revealing more personal details of the main characters than ever before, humanizing them, as it were. If he ever decides to write a romance, Issabella better keep an eye on her rearview mirror, because he'd be coming fast."I couldn't help but grin when I read that. Maybe. You are lucky to have this side of the cell all to yourself.”Meg knew it was true because she could masturbate with the teddy bear in the dark and not worry about someone listening from the empty bunk above her head.“They will probably fill it up today because we are always near capacity most of the time.”The invisible female rubbed her arm with her inquisitive fingers, and she asked, “Do you mind if I slide in next to you? It is chilly and they haven’t put the heat on yet.”Meg shifted up. He walked around me and knelt down out front of me. “Get it wet.” He ordered as I happily opened my mouth again and sucked his cock into my mouth. As soon as I deep throated him, he pulled out and stood up, getting behind me. Then I felt what I was waiting for. He pushed his perfect cock against my winking hole and pressed. He sunk his entire length in my ass, making me groan from the slight pain. Within moments the pain was replaced by the full and hot pressure I love. He felt my muscles relax.