Shit, everything you say, you do, and your whole sexy persona is such a turn on, it's unbelievable. Those shaking titties are quite the touch too, you...re intoxicating, and your twat is drenched with your juice too, I barely have to thrust." Just the way you like to screw a woman, right? Grabbing her thighs and letting your cock go in and out of her slit like its ice skating while we're both right on the top of your desk? Isn't that a sexy fantasy to have come true?" Yes, I respect the hell out. She was the love of my life, and it turned out that I had been so much less to her.The next day, I helped her pack up all her things, loaded them into the bed of my truck, and drove her over to his house. At the time, I wondered how she could humiliate me like that? How many ex lover's get asked to deliver the woman they still love to the man the ex now loves? How many men are weak enough to comply? Not many, that's my guess.The next month of my life was pure torture. It took that long for. And the season's half over already, so I'll have to be lucky to finish high enough in the rankings to qualify for an LPGA Tour Card, for next year." But you've got the game for it." Thanks, Will. I think you're right. I think I've got the game." Any chance of your getting any LPGA tournament invitations? This year, I mean?" This season? Not much chance. I've got a good rep in the college ranks, but I didn't win any big individual awards. I'm not all that well-known yet. Maybe if I can win a. I plunge back in, hard, hitting the back of your throat. You gag and splutter as I hold myself all the way inside, then pull you back by the hair, your empty mouth open and your eyes watering. “Take your hand away, you filthy slut. This isn’t about you” You rest your hands on your thighs and look up, your mascara has run. “Stand up you whore. You haven’t learned a thing, have you?” You stand as I walk around you, looking at your gorgeous bare bum above your stocking tops, but trying not to.