She turned her head begging me for more. I laid her down on her back, raising her heels to the ceiling. I tied each leg to separate sides of the cei...ing, ensuring her legs stayed spread wide. I saw the pink vulnerable flesh between her legs, begging to be pulled and pinched. I removed another clip and clasped it firmly on her lips. Again she moaned with pleasure, pushing her hips closer to mine, begging me for my hard cock. Wives never beg for cocks, they usually claim they have a. ’ ‘Well, I can pay attention and I mostly have my eyes closed, my back to the TV — and a hard, throbbing cock down my throat. So, Mr. Smarty Pants, why can’t you?’ ‘Are daring me?’ I asked her. ‘I’m just sayin’,’ she replied and went down again on my dick. Now I tried to balance the two activities. The show, right there in the near distance, above and just beyond her head, was actually very funny. There were now about half a dozen characters at a dinner party with a lot of surprised looks and. She was very short, maybe only 5 foot or an inch or so more. She was wearing one of those formed cup bras that made you look big even if your breasts weren't quite that size but Philip was experienced enough at checking out women to see that Brenda's bra wasn't concealing very much of her tits' size and fullness at all. The girl was well endowed in the chest; that was obvious."Hello, Brenda, why don't you join me over here on the couch?" Philip offered as he motioned for his newest female. ..stroke your cock." Every teenage hottie in the airport, cunting in her leggings, says, "embrace Porn...pound your dick." Every co-worker at a business meeting, popping her titties in a tight top, says, "live Porn...fap your meat." Every piece of pussy you see, every slice of slut you notice, every bit of bitch you eye, demand only one thing of you, "addict yourself to Porn."Porn is NOT entertainment. Porn is NOT a marital aid. Porn is not a hobby, a past time, or supposed to get you in the.