Just like a sultry heroine in those romance novels, who's attracted to the bad-boy image of the romantic leading man of the plot, I had smoldering yea...ning.Even though I had tried to put some thought into the situation, I was still unresolved eight days later when again my privacy was yet once more invaded. But this time, I was nearly finished with my ablutions (i. e., washing up, for those who are struggling with vocabulary issues) and I figured I'd be out of the room before he was done. . Ramming his cock into his wife as she orgasmed, he felt his load shoot deep inside Heather. As he pulled his cock out of his wife, Heather regained concentration on Beckys pussy. A drop of Jasons white juice dribbled out of his cock as he moved around the bed. Seeing the drop Becky begged him to bring it over so she could lick it up. Kneeling on the bed, Becky inserted the limp dick into her mouth. She tasted the sweetness of her firend on Jasons cock as well as Jasons excellent flavor. Becky. Drawn by a dagger that appeared to be sunk into nothingness. What the hell was he doing?The man whirled, yanking his dagger out of the nothingness. It was bronze and glinted sharply as the man went into a fighting stance, the dagger held low. I slipped into an aikido stance, the martial art Azrael had taught me in my dreams. We eyed each other for a moment and then he lashed out with the knife.I followed the arc, slid to the side and went to grab his knife hand. He moved; I missed the grab, his. ” You and your soggy cum covered cock make a beeline for the bathroom. I hear water running, then you taking a piss. During this, I think over what just happened, and what the man I had a secret crush on did to me; while still lying on the bed with my ass in the air. You return to the bedroom with a nice warm towel and passionately wipe the insides of my thighs, making your way to the crack of my ass, then to my chubby butt cheeks. Seconds later, I feel the warm towel glide cleaning my sticky.