"Did you fuck him?" No," she said. "Of course not."She pressed in. She wore her underwear and a white shirt, but no bra."What are you doing? You think...you can come into my bed, like nothing happened?" I can't sleep by myself. Not tonight." Even after what you did? Are you kidding me. You should have stayed with your boyfriend." He's not my boyfriend." Why are you here?" I don't know., I don't know what I'm doing." But you're done with me." No. I still want to be friends." You fucking bitch." I. . I smiled to myself, and further leaned to ease them with full view of my breasts, once again, now lactating in drops. .I remained in that position for at least half a minute, then again leaned back. Now the moment I leaned back the wet cloth-material simply got glued to my front down the bosom, poking my skin through the wet translucency (caused by milk-flow inside). I found their eyes popping out in a mixed emotion of amazement fascination and lust. I felt elated to have teased them in an. I want you to deep throat me. I also want you to use both hands, counter rotating them around my shaft after you add a significant amount of your own saliva as lubrication. It's all right to spit or dribble your saliva over me, but make an erotic production of it. Look up at me frequently." She tried, and I could feel and hear her gag reflex. I whispered, "As I near the back of your throat, swallow and thrust me in simultaneously. You won't gag; you'll be swallowing. Don't make a big deal out. For hours this went on to images of Gina’s smile and tits and then the cock swallowing.I was starting to think about visiting the Doctors, but didn’t know what to say.“Hey Doctor can you help me, I sucked cock now all I see is cock,” Yeah I’m sure that will go down well.I even got to the stage where I’d lay on my back, wriggle my legs over a sofa and let them flop past my shoulders.From there I’d try in vain to suck my own cock.I couldn’t but instead I jerked my cock inches away from my mouth,.