At one point we're drinking coffee and at another we are fighting about what I said 2 months ago; and that's on good days. Bad days means that he just...ignores me for no reason whatsoever. He often comes to me for sex and uses me for it, but now it really feels like he is just constantly somewhere else in his mind and just uses my body for getting off. He is not trying to dominate me anymore. I guess he either got used to me being willing or he just didn't care anymore. More than anything, I. It was as if my cunnie couldn’t get enough of him and it was grabbing and sucking him in each time he entered me.His cock felt hotter and more alive. I could feel every flex of his muscles, and he seemed to fill me completely. He groaned and locked his eyes on mine. His desire seemed to feed mine, and he was soon pumping even harder into me, and I responded with abandon.It’s hard to explain how I felt when he came in me and with me. It was as if we became one being. It was so intense, and the. He had pushed his cock hard and deep into my throat; so now my eyes were so full of tears after gaging on that tremendous piece.As I swallowed until the last drop of cum, Timothy kept slapping his still hard cock on my face, saying I was a good slutty cocksucker…He told me to stand up, as he looked into my eyes, making me wet. I did and he grabbed my hair with his strong hand, making me bend over the table. He then ripped my thong off and, without any warning, he violently jammed his monstrous. Er," I hesitated, "... private parts," I said squirmingly, and in a low tone."About what?" she said loudly."Well, it's about my testicles" I said not looking at her but the carpet in front of the sofa.She stopped knitting again."Go on" she said, more gently than I had expected."Well, I seem to have some aches and discomfort there. I was wondering if I should se a doctor." Are you sure you've not been with a girl and caught something?" she replied accusingly."No mom, honestly" I said.She thought.