Into anyone’s bed. If that was sex, she didn’t ever want to experience it again. She couldn’t experience it again. She’d rather die than exper...ence it again.Calix had never pushed her. He was – he’d shielded her. He’d cared for her. He’d taken her to the doctor – things he didn’t have to do.And he’d killed for her. Oh, she knew he had his own reasons – but she knew he had done it, at least in part, for her. He’d found the men who hurt her and – just like Sophia had related about Calix and. . didn't cum yet," the woman protested but her mouth opened and she engulfed the bulbous, purple knob with her lips. "Don't cum... not in my mouf... don't." Her muffled protest sounded weak and ineffectual and, as the man pushed her head down, she surrendered to his demands.Sam felt a certain mean satisfaction as the man fucked up into his wife's unwilling maw. She was no longer trying to pull away, however, her head bobbing, little guttural grunts sounding from her when the long shaft bumped. She was always drop dead gorgeous with a face that made men and women alike melt.Marcus was her best friend and she had never even considered him as a potential lover. She preferred musicians to the geekiness that was Marcus. Still he was her friend. He had always been there for her as she waded through a sea of men. Most recently it was Spike. Yeah, she actually slept with a man who called himself Spike. He dumped her for a younger... firmer girl. She knocked on Marcus's door, knowing that. They knew that I work from home while my wife had to go to work. On the same afternoon, I heard my doorbell ring. I was in the middle of the work wearing comfortable navy blue shorts and a white t-shirt. I opened the door and was surprised to see Supriya.In the first instance, I couldn’t recognize her as she was wearing a saree and was looking very different. A green saree with a red sleeveless blouse and draped in a manner that gave me a good view of her navel and toned ass.Before I could.