I was spitting, and gagging and about to throw up, as he continued to give large thrust down my throat. How much more was I going to have to take? Thi... entity was having its way with me. Should I dare try to run away, only to have him hurt me. I just opened my mouth wider and struggled to swallow all he had to offer. It felt like an eternity of me giving him a good cock sucking. I was about to pass out. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and I lay on the bed in a daze. Just as soon as I felt. "Yes please Peter, a large cappuccino please with plenty of chocolate on top would go nicely thank you."She sat down, looked at me and smiled."Has Peter said anything to you about me?" she asked, "He told me a little about you last night when we were chatting online." Yes," I said, "He told me about you as we were walking here this morning, but I'm afraid his description was a little faulty." Faulty? In what respect?" Well," I began, hesitantly, "First of all he told me that you are 35, and. She finally finished and stood up from the half squat she’d been in, and ran her hands over her very pregnant belly. “N-no it’s okay. I can clean it up.”“Like hell. Go lay down in bed, I’ll clean this,” he said. His voice was a command but his tone was soft. Full of concern and love for his wife, the woman carrying his child.She waddled over to lay down in bed. Mitchell went into the bathroom to get a towel and then some Febreeze. The pungent smell of her piss turned him on like no other thing. I enjoy the feeling, happy to be your play thing, watching your wonderful big breasts wobbling in their satin cocoon. I want to fuck you so bad. You move around and kneel between my open thighs, cupping my balls and licking my cock. I begin to rock back and forth, trying to guide myself into your mouth, wanting you to suck me the way I know you can.You sit back and look up into my eyes, slowly sliding your slick hand up and down my rampant manhood. “Good boy, you’re nice and hard. Now, I have.