My wife was looking up at me patiently with her mouth wide open. I pointed my cock down at her tongue that was practically hanging out and aimed sligh...ly above that and let go. My pelvic muscles contracted a few times really fast and that load went exactly as aimed, Down the hatch. To watch her drink my cum is like watching someone who needs refreshed and grabs the coldest, finest and purest water on Earth and turns the glass up and doesn't pull it down until it's all gone. At the end, a. “Yes, WHAT?”“Yes, Sir, your cunt understands, Sir.”With that, he shoved his cock home, driving it in up to the hilt, and banging up against my cervix. I squealed with pain. He moved in and out of me slowly, deliberately, each time making sure he pushed his cock until it was completely inside me, and pushed against me, making sure he hurt me.It didn’t hurt all that much, but I was surprised at the seeming anger or aggression with which this man, who could show so much gentleness, was acting. And. I don't care if I get punished. I push back, and he groans. He's so hard. I can feel the head of his cock stretching me, so hot against the sensitive opening. "Oh, god," he groans. And then he slides into me. Yes. God. Yes.He's... he feels so big inside me. And he's so hot. It's so good.He's breathing hard. He kisses my neck again. I want him to move. I want him to use me. He grabs my hair, making me arch my beck again. And he pushes himself deeper, so deep. I can feel his thighs against my. Nor could she believe his cock.His prick stood up like a billyclub, not a hair smaller than Mark's cock, and it throbbed as if Shawn had a naked girl lying on his bed with her legs spread and her cunt waiting. The boy's face was red, and he looked strangely like a man instead of like a frail young sophomore in high school with a pageboy haircut and vaguely girlish features.Alice had never thought of Shawn as a sexual creature. It shocked her to see that his cock was hard. She'd never imagined.