She pulls me to my feet and straps a ring around my cock and balls so tightly my eyes water. Now I'm free to love her without worrying as much about s...ending myself prematurely. That is love.As I thrust into her, holding her gently as she sits on the bed's edge, she brings her fingers, wet with my blood, to her mouth and tastes me. I am thankful for the ring as it's all that keeps me from exploding inside her. The coppery scent of my blood mixes with the smell of autumn leaves, cinnamon and. But I take my time in untying my shoes and placing them neatly beside the door.I throw the deadbolt on the door and turn to face you. I take the paddle off of your outstretched arms and motion for you to take your position.You retreat to the kitchen island, where earlier you placed tape marks on the floor to show you where your feet were to be firmly planted during the spanking. Shoulder width apart and far enough from the island so that as you grabbed onto it, you were forced into a perfect. I really fucked up now. She is such a wonderful wife, she loves me, how can I hurt her like this?"Peter was really struggling with his desires and what happened at the Arcade. He loved how he felt being fucked at both ends. The feeling of being used by the men, to just fuck him in his face or asshole, was wonderful. There was not any way that he could think of to explain the "why" of it. Yet at the very same time, while he loved every second of it, he hated every second of it. He hated the. My heart began to race. Was he really into me? What was I going to do? We came to a halt and kept chatting a few seconds and he explained that he just had to run into work for an hour but was now off for the afternoon. He then asked me where I lived and I pointed to the general direction. He WAS trying to pick me up! Then stepped closer and he asked me if I was too busy to spend some time at my place. He said he would like to come over to my place or something like that. I told him, as casually.