I may sometimes admire and lust after other women with big tits and plump, juicy cunts, and may actually fuck them and have them suck me off, but that...is for just pure physical sexual ogiastic pleasure and doesn't have anything to do with my enduring everlasting love for my woman, Lydia). Why and how Lydia became a whore is probably more my fault than anyone else's, although it was never my deliberate intention to turn her into a whore. It just kind of worked out that way. That story is kind of. In a couple more seconds, she felt him his cum in her mouth, the hot liquid hitting the back of her throat and pooling on her tongue. Tasting it, she decided it was good, and started swallowing it, tightening her lips around his cock, feeling it throb, pushing his cum into her mouth. He had a lot of cum, and it took a few seconds for him to finish. When he was done, he asked if she wanted to continue, because he could cum again. So she kept sucking on him, occasionally getting some more cum. “See?” Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Well I’ll be damned! I never knew that.”Anticipating what his next question would be. I explained…“My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysittinghim once. I had to call the fire department to get him out. A firemanshowed me. So are you convinced yet?”Either Marty didn’t understand the question of he was playing dumbbecause he asked, “Convinced of what?”“That it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!” I. ” John pulled my wet red thong to one side and I felt his long, strong fingers pushing between my lips. “God, you feel so warm, so tight. Spread your legs.” My body stayed leaning on the wall and I spread my legs for him. I began moaning softly as his fingers found their way deep inside me. His two fingers moved in and out. I felt John’s thumb press against my clit and I cried out. His other hand ran along my neck and into my hair as he bit me again. With my skin between his teeth, he.