He liked me bloddy, and screaming, while he rode my tight butt and pulled my hair. When we were young and in love I guess I figured he was my man and ... submitted. He was so appreciative after, and as soon as he recovered he would give me the most tender, delicious pussy fuck. It was worth the pain to make the man I loved happy, it was worth the pain to get the pleasure that he always delivered after.But there was no way I was going to let him put me through that kind of pain, when I stopped. There they stood in the basement of a car garage with multiple beings standing around dressed to impress. With Morto among a mass of…well what Luke could have guessed was adoring fans. They all encircled him in one fashion or another. Or at least as much as you can circle a being that would give Fat Albert a run for his money. The random bits of hair, scales, fur, warts, and other weird patches made him look like the animal kingdom threw up on his skin. The sight of Morto still bothered Luke. Pausing to kiss in the living room, I decided I didn’t want anything to drink just now. I wanted just one thing and taking Jason’s hand I guided him to the laundry room. As soon as I closed the door behind us I tossed my robe onto the washing machine and took his swinging cock in both my hands as Jason stripped off his robe. Kissing, I stroked his cock while Jason’s hands molded my ass cheeks and tits. We didn’t speak until I pulled away, turned my back to him and leaned over the folding. I felt my pussy swell more, liquid pooling below me, my clit fully engorged and throbbing with need. More than anything, I wanted this. You took your time, first running the tip over my leg and underneath, across the sensitive skin above my rectum, across the other leg. Anywhere wax wasn’t cooling the glass touched, just caressing. My muscles tensed with each motion, waiting for you to press the button again, anxiously waiting. The third circuit across my flesh you finally did so. The air was.