I leaned over, sliding my hand up her inner thigh, feeling the heat of her leg under her jeans until my fingers were playing over her cunt. I could al...ost smell her arousal as I began to push her back into the couch.“Uh, no baby.” she said as she pushed me away. I’m not ready for that. Let’s just slow down and talk for a while”What the fuck? She comes to my place and snorts my coke and then has the fucking nerve to says no? She had to be shitting me! I was incensed, and the fucking hypocrisy of. He turned back and saw her still smiling. He paused, returned her gaze, and, as if surprised, smiled. He nodded just a little. Her smile brightened. He turned and left. He wanted very much to turn and see her reaction. He wanted to see the surprise on her face as he walked away. He wanted to gauge her reaction. But he didn’t look back. He left the shop, turned left and walked down the street. At the end of the block he dropped the coffee into a trash can. It was too late in the day for. This not by vanity that I could pretend I’m a good sexual partners that even some of my female conquest would agree about what I’m saying. I come to this not because I’m was born with experience sexual male skills, No, you become a better lover when you met good sex partners that take times to teach you how to please a women. Overtime, I understood that women are very generous and open mind about sex act when they feel you want to please her needs first and you’re bringing trust with them using. “Now lie down, and show me what a filthy little bitch you are.”She clambered onto the bed, aware that His eyes were scrutinising her every curve and contour with pure animal lust. She lay on her back and hesitated, her eyes searching for His, pleading with them not to make her do this – she had been through enough having been denied His orgasm earlier. His open hand met her cheek stingingly, answering that one. She closed her eyes with humiliation, spread her legs, and pulled her now-throbbing.