My heart was racing and my cock was starting to get uncomfortable from being hard so long without being freed. This is one of the most amazing sites t...at I have ever seen but, at the same time...I'm kinda freaking the hell out! Am I going to keep pushing or chicken out?? I chuckled a little to myself...no way in hell I could stop now. I was lightly gripping the top of her thighs now, I moved my hands up so I was rubbing her inner thighs with my thumbs. I had a steady rhythm going and my thumbs. God, you can still feel the slickness between your thighs, the wetness of our coming together, you can still feel the sweat and our juices and … … and you can feel my tongue. You look down the bed and make some slight noise to find me there, buried between your thighs. When I look up, all you can see is the alarm clock’s reflection, cheshire-cat-like, in my grin. My voice softly floats up to you: ‘There’s quite a mess down here that needs cleaning up.’ And my tongue scoops inside of you,. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get it, and as I told him, it's nothing to be ashamed of, I promise." Okay," I whispered, bringing my head back up. "I'm sorry again." Well, I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, but he's right, you shouldn't be eye-fucking my jugs." Whoa, Lyra," I protested, getting up. "There's no need for that kind of language." I'm sorry, Ralph," she added, coming up with me. "Would another hug make you feel..." she said before she cut herself off. "I guess not. How long have. Jessica sighed. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound she knew all too well filled the room: the distinctive "fap fap fap" of Roger, her husband, masturbating. She rolled her eyes and opened the shower door. There he was, sitting on the edge of the sink, his large hands wrapped around his cock, a monstrous beast almost as long and almost as thick as one of Jessica's legs."Oh! Oh oh oh... I hope you don't mind, my love?" Roger asked with a wide.