” With those few words, my lover has often stated the basic conflict that haunts his tortured soul, and our sometimes-tortured relationship, and I...am not sure he even realizes it. But those hands – with the claws that could eviscerate me in a heartbeat – can sometimes be so gentle and tender when we are making love. I know he would die before he would seriously hurt me. I also know I owe my life many times over to the skill and swiftness of his so-dangerous hands.Ja, he could kill me if. ’ he looked over his cousin seeing all the marks, ‘he’s pretty beat up, what if something’s broken?’ ‘Do it.’ she walked closer to him, but not close enough for him to grab the gun, then pointed it directly at his head. Davis grabbed the chain and wrapped it around his cousin’s legs, then secured the lock. ‘Now grab that rope and tie his hands behind his back.’ she held the gun tightly despite her dwindling composure. ‘That’s a pretty big bruise on his arm, I don’t think we should wrap a rope. In my mind, nothing was hotter than the thought of Jessies sexy little body sandwiched between two dudes who were filling her holes and stretching out her taint. With Jessies words, nothing stood in my way. I knew better than to over-think the situation. I needed to just do it. Jessie and her husband came to a stop from their fucking as I stepped behind Jessie. Her pussy was completely filled with her husbands cock, but she helped me find the alternate entrance by lying down on her husband and. "Let me wash that hard cock." You took the bar of soap and lathered up my cock and ran it all over my balls, working up a lot of lather. You pushed the soap further back, and built up a lather around my asshole as I pinched first one of your nipples and then the other. Then, you let the jet of water wash the soap away from my stiff prick and tight balls. I stood under the spray of water, not moving my eyes from your naked body. You fell on your knees in front of me and grasped my cock at the.