It would be fantastic. I wanted to just spurt all that cum out of my twat. Just fire all that cum over and over again.It was perfect. Just the delight...that I needed to experience.“Mrs. Matthews!” I moaned.She groaned, sucking with wild abandon. She had lost all control as she nursed me towards that explosive release. My toes curled. They flexed against the flooring. My heart pounded fast. This wild beat rushed through my body.“That’s it,” I groaned. “That’s amazing. You’re going to make me cum. My clit was throbbing behind the dildo. I reached out and untied the drawstring on his sweat pants, letting them fall to the floor. As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear and he already had a full erection. Instinct took over. I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, bent him over the counter and gave his ass a playful slap. I think he said something or let out a surprised grunt. I wasn't really listening as I was busy reaching for the plate of butter on the counter. Then I was. After i nut on your chest i would make you lay on the bed with your legs wide open. Then I would rub my fingers across your clit hard while i hold your neck and make you put my dick into you. I would start stroking you slowly until your pussy opens up to my fat dick making your pussy lips talk to me as your juices squirt up against my balls. Then i would shove my dick in hard and deep stroking you with long hard thrust that reach all into your stomach making your pussy fart loud. I would keep. Men’s rights were ignored in family court. Divorce laws and domestic abuse laws were biased against men. I went out to fight for my fellow men. I fought for male victims of abuse whether they were black or white, gay or straight. I had a cause. I believed. Maybe I was just an idealistic college student but I thought I was on the right path. For years, I was the guy who handed the flyers filled with information about male victims of abuse to random men and women I encountered. I talked to men.