It takes a strong man to truly love and cherish a strong minded woman. It sounded like such a cliché when I said, ‘Hope, we’ve got to talk.’ I ...umped everything I knew right there at the kitchen table. I told her how I felt. I asked her what I did wrong. I told her of the advice I had received from friends and the options open for us. I opened my heart up and said everything that I felt and thought. I told her that she had to stop. I also told her that I still loved her and if she came back to. She didn't want him to cum in his pants - that would be a waste of good sperm. "What do you want to do? I'll do anything you want..." Andrew muttered something under his breath. "What was that? You'll have to speak up..." she slid one hand under the table and up her skirt, rubbing her cunt through her panties, getting her self warmed up for him. "I'm a virgin!" he said quietly, his face was flushing bright red. "Ahhh. Well, you're in for a treat then. I bet you jack off, don't you? In the. After around ten minutes she finally pulled out. My asshole ached and I screamed in pain as the strapon exited my body. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the strapon off, dipping it into the puddle of cum on my stomach, before shoving it into my mouth. 'That's it, taste your filthy juices, you pathetic little bitch' she said as she proceeded to finger her own pussy while fucking my mouth with the strapon. Soon, she gasped and tightened up as her pussy squirted over my stomach, her juice. I stretch my body out and that’s when I become aware that I’m not alone in bed, as my foot finds skin behind me. Dammit. Drew. Quickly replaying the end of the previous night through my head: did I do anything stupid? He walked me home, a quick and relatively tame makeout session before we tumbled into bed and then we both crashed out. This is now the third time I’d woken up with him in my bed, each of them something of a surprise. I genuinely like the guy, but he’s not the type of guy I.