I searched online and they all were fakes. One evening his mother asked him to walk me home, he agreed and we went on our way silently, it was awkward... but i reached out and touch his upper arm and said thank you. He just smiled at me and I asked him, can i do something for you, i took him by the hand and pulled him into a small park and i started to rub his already swollen cock, it was big and it felt ready to cum, it was throbbing and he looked nervous., i tried giving him head, but it was. There’s not enough room for everything and my cum dribbles out down your chin. You swallow what you can and then continue to suck every last drop from me.You feel me get off my knees on the bed and leave the room. I come back and you feel me hold a glass to your lips. It’s the wine which I’d come around for so long ago it seems.We lay next to each other for a while refreshing ourselves and you can feel the heat of my body pressed against you. You are only allowed what wine I give you and you. This time however, his whispers were harsher, bringing up thoughts that took her back to the humiliation of this again. "Your husband. Say his name." She resisted at first, but his whispers continued as he plunged into her. "Say it. Say your husband's name." Please." She looked into his eyes, genuinely pleading, wanting him to stop hurting her inside. His glare was unwavering, and he repeated his demand. "Eddie." "Again." Eddie."He continued with this, as he plowed into her, taking her roughly,. It is amazing. We fuck in every conceivable position and lick and kiss and suck practically every square inch of each other’s body. Added altogether I figured I came over a dozen times in the last two days and I am literally bummed as I hear the door latch as he leaves my place. I miss him already… As I hop in the shower and lather up my luscious body, I’m amazed how I am responding. I’m already looking for more. I guess the old adage is true, the more sex you get the more you want it. As I.