His prick was hard and he wanted something. He wanted it to shoot white semen, come, out of his dick. God, he wanted that so bad. What the hell was in...that lotion she was using, rubbing his chest now, then his prick, making it harder and harder. "This is what they all need Hal. What you need. You're getting it for free. But you'll pay another price. Yes. Another price. Don't you love my potion? Freshly made for the fresh meat." Her clothes were off. She was sinking down on his cock. Her pussy. I didn't start to change my mind about it until after I married Jarrod. I guess it makes a difference when you really love a man. I think it helped too that he hadn't tried to make me do something that I obviously didn't enjoy. But I did it because I knew he enjoyed it and I had gradually come around. Now I actually enjoyed sucking my husband's cock. It turned me on. I had reached a point that I now took pleasure from pleasing him.I think it helped that he always made sure that I was pleased as. "Open the buttons on your dress, Daddy wants to see those fucking tits," he commanded. I quickly unbuttoned the dress and pulled it open, revealing my full cleavage. I pulled my tits out of my bra, playing with them a little for Daddy's entertainment. Daddy pulled his cock out of my mouth and yanked me up just enough that he could slap his wet cock all over my tits. He rubbed my saliva and his pre-cum on my nipples, before roughly grabbing my head again. He pushed his cock deep down my throat,. Leslie leaned on her elbow and traced her finger across his cheek. She noted the thin patch of hair on his chest, the denser pubic hair below his navel and the rigid, bobbing penis that poked skywards. She stared for some time before checking that his eyes were still closed.“Very smooth,” she said, please with her work on his beard.“Not baby-smooth like you though.”“You must have been once upon a time.”“Yeah, like when I was Brian’s age, before anything started to grow.”“I like being smooth you.