A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pu...e wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips. “Not tonight, baby.”“Why?”“Because.”“When, then?” she says softly. She knows he enjoyed what she did to him a few days ago. She also knows he has always been reluctant to let her gratify him. What she doesn't understand is why.Abby did a fantastic job sucking Mat’s dick for the first time, better than he’d anticipated, and for some reason, that scares him. He hasn’t let her do it since. Mat presses his lips together, sighing through his nose.“Why won’t you let me?” Abby asks. Suddenly she. She never had any boyfriends to count before, but with Sam, they are both so all in with each other.Giving into the pleasures of Sam thrusting in her over and over, Grace is thrilled. But she realizes she needs to pee. Studying for so long and so absorbed, she’s resisted the urge for a couple of hours before Sam’s arrival.Soon, Grace feels her urethra contracting against her vagina, which is clenching Sam’s cock on each push. Oh, the feeling of scrunching her sides against Sam’s hard corpus. I was gradually getting filled to the brim and he slowly detached ensuring that I will close my thighs tightly preventing much of his semen overflowing.I was exhausted and felt tired. I thought he will go out and after a few minutes I can get up. But I could feel something touching my lips and automatically my tongue touched it. The taste was bit salty and bit insipid, sticky and I realized that he might have taken drops of his discharge and tasting it to me. As I opened my mouth I was shocked.