He stared into my eyes lovingly and looked very relieved, "Thanks babe."Weeks went by and the subject of cum didn't arise once. I'm sure Tommy thought...the subject long forgotten but it was in fact not far from my mind at all. Every day while Tommy was at work I would scour the internet for information about men with the same fantasy as my husband. I learned that although the subject of men tasting their cum was surrounded with a certain stigma, it was far from a rare fantasy. I talked to women. You want me. You can have me. If Steve came back aggressively and wanted me, he could have me, too. That’s how he got me in the first place. He’s ugly as sin, but he was assertive, domineering, pushy, and that’s what I need in my men.“It’s not rape, but it is aggression. Dominance. Forcefulness. It’s what it takes to get a good Assyrian girl like me to go against my ... upbringing. Religious, traditional, conservative, etc. It takes a man who will just take charge, fuck me, and make me wet for. A prick had a mind of its own. More than a few times, his own recalcitrant penis had decided to engorge itself with blood at the most inopportune time, causing Drake to hold a notebook over his groin or place a book on his lap to hide the offending erection. At least, this time, his penis had decided not to embarrass him. The song ended, and Drake escorted Sharon to one of the surfboard tables for punch and hors d'oeuvres. On the way, girls stared at them, horror-stricken looks on their lovely. My body stiffened and I held my breath and the intensity washed over me. He continued to drive into my soaking wet pussy until I felt an explosion of warm liquid flow within my pussy that sent another orgasm ripple through me. His cock shot more sticky, hot cum, two more times into my pussy and I kept my mouth enclosed on his muscular shoulder. He held me against him as our bodies slowly began to loosen up again. He were both panting and then kissing, his tongue mixing with mine. He waited.