She started moaning so I stuffed her panties in her mouth and told her not to make noise. I continued spanking her till marks were visible on her ass ...heeks. I wanted her to feel the pain she caused me.In the last 2 years, she never agreed to give me a blowjob. So I was going to take advantage of this situation and get what I want. I climbed on top of her and placed my dick on her lips. She looked at me trying to avoid it but she knew she had no control now.I pushed my dick inside her mouth and. His head was in and now his shaft was moving faster. The lubrication on the condom wasn't enough so I grabbed a glob of my own spit and stroked it on his cock. Much better! "Unh! Unh!" came out of my moth as I pushed back."Oh yeah! That's a big cock!" I moaned like a whore.Once we were lubed up, I gyrated my hips like an experienced whore in a back alley romp. One cock pumping my face and while he was pulling my ass apart, while the other cock slammed into my ass with smooth precision.After a. As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.Two weeks laterIt was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of three hours and could not sleep. I longed so much for his warm embrace, for his touch. You would think sleeping alone was. I could bother with everything else later.While eating—no, more gulping like a starving beggar—my share of bacon and two eggs, I barely remembered my table manners and spoke with my mouth half-filled, “Oh man, breakfast bacon never tasted that good, Emily.” So that was the notorious hangover food everyone was talking about. “Thank you for this awesome breakfast.”She smiled at me while leisurely—much in contrast to me—poking around in her plate. “Just like yesterday, I felt I had to make it up.