L'Amour is actually a highly principled man, who would probably disagree with me himself, but the way I read it, the good guy (which I always thought ...f myself as) did whatever it took to end up on top, in a bout of fisticuffs.Now to protect his good name, I'll let Louis off the hook by saying that what "he taught me" was all theory. The first time I actually got in a knock down, drag out fight, there was no "fisticuffs" per se. There were a couple of blows swung in the very beginning, but then. “I can't remember the last time I came while my husband was fucking me,” she said looking straight at me through her phone. “Thank you….thank you….thank you…,” she continued as she turned her head to kiss him. I couldn't breathe, my heart seemed to stop beating. Katie hasn't been able to come while we were making love? She'd hurt me, and yet I knew it was true. She needed more than I could give her.She jumped off him, his big cock flopping against his thigh, and turned the phone off before he. ” A second later, I could feel Riley approach. My eyes were shut, considering I had a big, fat cock fucking my face, but I knew the redhead was close. “Look at how she sucks it. See how she can take it.” Then his voice became extremely bitter, “You see that faggot, see how a real cocksucker sucks cock, you ain’t never blown me this good.” Ok, so you know I didn’t like Riley. But I have to admit that the blow-job he’d given me a couple hours before had felt incredible. Like I said, I. After a while he climbed out and pulled me out onto a bar stool, it was still just warm enough to be without clothes. Louis said, “You look positively respectable now. Well nearly . . .”, brushing a water droplet off my erect nipple. I crumbled, why was it always like sending an electric shock through my body? “What’s your name”? “Colette” He smiled and held open the palms of his hands to lay mine in his, mine looked tiny. He lent forward and kissed me deeply. On Jed’s return we continued to.